“Fuck!” she growls, her ass going back at the intrusion. I bite down on her cheek, not even trying to be gentle. My fingers pound her tight little hole, my teeth mark her ass hard, and I pull my fingers apart inside of her, stretching her just because I fucking can. She’s into it because she’s tightening against my fingers trying to ride them, trying to fucking break them, she’s sucking them so tight. “Hunter!” she calls out, and I can hear the break in her voice.
She’s close to coming and I’ve barely started.
I pull my hand out at the same time my teeth release her ass. I let my tongue soothe the bite.
“Holly.” She keeps whimpering and trying to thrust her ass back onto me, begging for my fingers again. “Holly!” I command louder. Her body freezes. She turns her head to the side to look at me. “Reach into the nightstand and get me a condom.”
She swallows, looking at me. Fuck, I’m even entranced by the way her throat moves. How will it move when it’s stuffed full of my dick? That’s one thing I will definitely find out tonight. There’s something in her eyes, but I don’t have time to figure out what it is; my own are just too full of fucking lust. I need to come and I need to come now.
She stretches away from me, but I keep a hold of her ass, not letting her go too far. She reaches in and then throws a bunch of condoms back at me. I grin. There’s at least eight, maybe more.
“That’s a lot of condoms.” I tear open the foil on one of them with my teeth, then slide the fucker down on my dick.
“Oh, well, if you’re not up to the challenge…”
I’m sliding my latex-covered cock around her *, teasing her clit while at the same time covering it in her cream. At her words, though, I decide I shouldn’t be nice, so I move my dick to her * and thrust inside, quick and hard, and I don’t stop until my balls are pushing against her wet core.
“Son of a bitch!” she shouts out, but her * spasms on my cock already, primed to come.
“What’s wrong, sweetness?” I ask her while I use my hold on her hips to adjust her body the way I want it. I slant her so that my dick will rake her womb in a tilted direction. Then, I move over her body, stretching across her. I know my rough jeans are scratching against her tender ass and I know it stings—I can tell by the way that hissing noise leaves her lips. My hands find her breasts and I squeeze the fullness of them. She’s completely underneath me, at my mercy, and her * is stretched to the limit with my cock. It feels fucking perfect.
“Jesus, you’re packing a cannon,” she groans as I pull back, then slam inside of her even harder than before.
“That’s right, sweetness, and it’s all fucking loaded to explode inside you. Now, hold the fuck on,” I growl, slamming into her again.
“Hunter!” she calls, but I’m too far gone. I handle her breasts so hard I’m bruising them, but it’s no harder than the way my cock rams her. The fucking bedpost bangs against the wall with each thrust, and Holly is so greedy for it that she is meeting each thrust just as hard. She’s right there with me. I can feel heat running down my spine. I’m already fucking close to coming. I’ve never gotten so excited so quickly. I’m more one to torture my toy and enjoy the full meal. Holly is something else entirely, from what I’m used to, and I can’t hold back. I let go of one of her breasts to bring my fingers down to her clit. It takes a few glides and a hard pinch and she fucking shatters around my dick. I continue ramming in and out of her, and even after I’ve emptied everything I have into the condom, I find myself still slowly gliding in and out of her * while my hand pets her ass.
“Damn, sweetness,” I say when I can find my voice.
“Yeah…” Her voice is muffled because her face is buried in the bedspread.
“Are you okay?” Fuck if I’m not smiling.
“Give me a minute and I’ll be ready for round two,” she mumbles, and just like that, my bastard cock jerks in reaction.
One night might not be enough. I got a feeling I’ll be getting Ms. Holly’s digits and setting up another meeting. Damned if that idea don’t make my smile widen.
I open my eyes slowly. My body has been used hard and I feel it. I’m sore everywhere. Hell, after round—whatever, I lost count—even my stomach was sore. I know I have bruises all over my body and my poor ass may never be the same again. It was perfect, I think.