I pull her off of my cock and she looks up at me with a heated gaze as she wipes her mouth. She has no shame. I fucking love it.
“Knees.” I release her and she only hesitates for a moment. I can see she’s debating on whether or not she’s going to give me control. But she makes the right decision, spreading her legs slightly with her ass in the air. She’s bared to me and glistening with desire.
I run my fingers down her spine and farther down to her wet pussy. “So fucking wet,” I say as she softly moans into the sheet. Her hands move to either side of her head and she grips onto the sheets as I push my thick fingers into her. Fuck, so tight, too.
I pump my fingers in and out of her as her back arches and her head falls against the mattress. She bites down on the sheets to muffle her sweet moans. But I don’t want moans, I want screams of pleasure. I want her to call out my name like she fucking needs me. Like I’m her everything.
I slowly pull my fingers out of her and bring them to my lips to clean them off. I practically moan as I taste her on my tongue. So fucking sweet.
I grip my dick and stroke it once as she looks back at me with a passionate gaze. She whimpers in need, but I have every intention of giving her what she needs. I push the head of my cock easily through her pussy lips and slowly move forward. Watching as her pussy takes in more and more of me. I’m slow and deliberate. My eyes move from her cunt to her face. Her lips part wider and wider, and her forehead pinches as I push deeper and deeper into her greedy pussy.
She writhes under me as I near the last few inches of my thick cock and her head thrashes side to side. She starts to move under me, but I hold her hips still.
“You can take me, Rose.” She moans with a mix of pain and pleasure as I push all of myself into her. Her hand grips her breast and she bites down on her lip. I gently still deep inside her, letting her adjust before pulling out slowly and then thrusting back in to the hilt.
She lets out a loud moan and looks back at me with a mix of fear and desire.
I do it again and this time there’s only pleasure. She rocks her hips with arousal leaking from her pussy onto my thighs. I move my hands to her hips and steady her as I pull almost all the way out and then thrust into her. I keep this up over and over in a steady rhythm.
“Fuck!” she screams out as I pound her tight pussy. Her body jolts with each thrust and she struggles to stay still and take it, but she does.
I keep up the relentless pace until she’s trembling beneath me and whimpering with her impending orgasm. Her walls tighten around my cock, and I know she’s close.
I angle my hips so I hit her clit with my balls each time, giving her more and more pleasure and enough to take her over.
I groan in utter rapture as I rut between her legs. Her pussy spasms on my dick as she screams out her release. Fuck, yes. She feels so fucking good. I can’t stop as I ride through her orgasm.
Her body goes limp and her pants get louder as I continue to fuck her like I own her body. Like she’s mine.
I thrust into her warmth as a tingling sensation starts at the bottom of my spine and flows through me in every direction. My toes curl and I know I’m going to cum as my balls draw up, but I don’t want to. I want more of her. I almost slow down, but the threat of losing the high makes me pick up my pace.
I strum her throbbing clit with a desperate need for her to cum with me. The hardened nub is soaked. So are her thighs, and each pump of my hips is accompanied by a wet smacking noise. I fucking love it.
“Again,” I growl into her ear, my voice so harsh I hardly recognize it.
In an instant she obeys. And the feel of her pleasure pushes my own over a steep cliff. I thrust myself all the way to the hilt, feeling her tight walls pulsing around every inch of my cock. Thick bursts of cum leave me in heavy waves. My back arches as she screams out my name and I give her everything I have.
As the waves dim and she lowers herself to the mattress, her chest rising and falling frantically, I pull out slowly and quickly climb off the bed and head to the bathroom to clean up.
I take my time and watch her from the corner of my eye through the ensuite's doorframe. She lays still on the bed, looking completely spent.
I’m quick to clean her up and then I toss the cloth into the hamper in the bathroom.
I walk back into the room ready to pass the fuck out. It’s late, and I’m exhausted. I stop short when I see her reaching for her clothes on the floor, with the blanket held close to her chest.
“I think you’d sleep better in a tee shirt,” I say and look to my dresser, knowing she could easily wear one of my undershirts. “Although I’d rather you were naked.” I let my eyes fall to the bit of her cleavage still exposed. “I much prefer you slept naked.”