Trembling against my cheeks, she yanked at my hair. “Hurry up and fuck me,” she whined.
“Eager much?” I teased, gliding two fingers along her slippery entrance. I stuffed them inside slowly, enjoying how her * flexed and hugged me. I was obsessed with feeling her reactions. “I'm not ready to fuck you yet,” I said.
“I don't care,” she groaned, tossing her head back. Her hair swirled like a broom, flicking away a fragment of glass on the ground. It was amazing we hadn't cut ourselves yet on the filth. “Don't be cruel, just do it! Please!”
Flattening my tongue, I rubbed it over her clit and thrilled at her throaty sob. I was in her up to my knuckles, my tattoos vanishing. “No,” I whispered. Smirking at her, I curled my fingers and scraped the roof of her thrumming hole. “Come for me first. Then I'll fuck you. Is that really so cruel?”
Her face was flushed, she didn't respond. Biting her wrist, she turned away and humped that sweet ass into the air. Grinding against me, Marina tried to get more of my fingers, more of me.
I loved women, and I got off on making them squeal and come. Few things fed my ego so well as a sexy pair of bucking hips.
Marina would come for me, the way I demanded.
If she thought that was unfair, then she had a lot to learn.
Pumping faster, I nibbled the very edge of her sensitive hood. I needed as much of her as I could get, and I was starting to lose my composure.
Marina wasn't holding back anymore. Her voice keened high, you'd think I was torturing her. I sensed the subtle change in the heat of her cunt, the vibrations as she clamped down on my fingers.
Pinning me by the ears, her legs held me steady while she finally came.
Let me drown here, it'd be worth it.
Shivering, I tugged my fingers out of her, ignoring her disagreeable whimper. “What?” I teased. “Now you want them back inside? I thought you wanted my cock?”
Her eyes were jewels, her pink blush made from priceless rubies. “Maybe I don't anymore,” she heaved. Her breasts were shaking with her gulps of air. “Maybe you waited too long.”
Unhooking her ankles, I ducked out from under her.
“Wait!” she gasped, reaching out for me. She caught my sly smile, and then she scowled. “Don't joke around, Kite.”
Tugging my jacket off, I smoothed my hair. I could smell her on my hands. The scent was another chain-link in my brain. Marina was trapping me.
“I'm not joking,” I said firmly. “I am very serious about what I'm going to do to you.” Reaching into my back pocket, I pulled out a condom. Remember, no mistakes. “Stand up.”
Kicking her pants and shoes off of her feet, she hurried to do so. The insides of her thighs were shimmering. I spread my jacket out, creating a safer place for us both. Lifting my eyes, I planned to motion for her to lay back down—but being level with her hips stopped me.
She made a tiny noise, stumbling as I yanked her closer. On my knees, I nuzzled the side of her thick, curved ass. “You are so damn gorgeous, it's a travesty,” I said against her flesh.
Reaching down, she took hold of my shirt. “Can I...?”
“Undress me? Yes.” Leaning away, I let her guide the clothing over my head. My hair was tossed, coppery strands blinding me. When I could see again, I gazed up at the appreciative face of Marina.
Her hands trembled, she touched my bare shoulders and used me to support her balance. “I was right,” she said, satisfied.
Helping her kneel, I stroked the side of her throat. The way her lashes fluttered, they might as well have tickled across my swollen cock. “About what?” I asked.
She only smiled, a little sideways tilt of her lips. Crooking a finger at me, she splayed on her back. Her thumbs tucked into the sides of her soaked panties, pulling them down. She had to lift her feet up, pointing her toes.
I had the ultimate view, and I saw my hands grab her ankles before I even debated it. “Fuck, who thought it was fair to the rest of the world to create only one of you?” I growled.
The button of my jeans popped, zipper grinding down. The reddish tip of my engorged cock peeked over the top of my boxers. Marina saw it, licked her lips, and I just fucking gave up any attempt at control.
Yanking the last of my clothing down, I fisted the base of my shaft. It arched into the air, veins like serpents on a sugar high. Deftly, I opened the condom and stretched it over my girth.
I had her ankles, crossing them together and bending them towards her face. Marina was flexible, but I pushed her to the brink of discomfort. Those carved thighs were rubbing, her * beckoning at me.
I didn't ask if she was ready. Her trail of * juice said enough.
Sinking into her, I fought not to close my eyes. I wanted to see every tiny reaction on her face. How she winced, pursed her lips, cooed and then groaned.
Marina's ears did something I'd never noticed before on a woman; the tips went crimson. I wondered if I was the first to notice it happen.