My heart did a flip when I saw the small metallic package in his hand. He looked at me, winked, and threw it at me.
“You know how to do this, right? Put it on. I won't pass up any excuse to get your hands on my dick again.”
I'd never rolled a condom on a man, but it wasn't like I was going to say no. I eyed the light coming through the blinds nervously, hoping Jackie stayed up late so she'd sleep in. Good thing teenagers were out like the dead most mornings.
I quickly tore the foil, trying not to make too much noise. The latex popped softly in my fingers, and I moved it to him, gnawing my bottom lip when I brought it to his swollen head. Brass grunted, satisfied, watching with new flames in his eyes while I pushed it down his length.
There was something extra sensual about that – almost as good as sinking down on his bare, hard cock. Almost. But of course feeling him skin-to-skin would've been even better.
For now, this would have to do. And when he shifted up, fisting my hair, planting himself between my legs, I knew it'd do very nicely.
He kissed me deep, rubbing his length up and down my wet slit, nestling his cock in my folds. I squirmed, wishing he'd just fuck me already. Not that I wasn't enjoying the foreplay, but the fire inside me needed to be fed, needed to be filled.
“Fuck, baby girl. You know I wanted this * the minute I saw you? This *, the one I was glad to claim, the one I wanted for real...nobody else's. When I take this beautiful cunt, it's going on a long, hard ride, and it's never coming back. This. Is. Mine. Mine!”
That word was like magic. Black, crazy, alien magic, making me tingle all over. The way he rubbed his erection up and down my slit while he whispered his filthy promises in my ear had a lot to do with its power too.
Brass rose up, tilting his hips, ready to sink inside me. I caught one glimpse of the raging bear tattooed to his chest, symbol of the Grizzlies MC, right before he thrust. His cock penetrated deep, opening me, unstopping until his balls rested against my ass.
I was so full, so fast, I started to shake. There was no slowing down, though. Not when he wanted to fuck me this bad, claim me for real. Thrust by thrust, he told me what he wanted to do: twist the crappy lie we'd lived into truth with flesh, sweat, and ecstasy.
Was it possible?
My body didn't say no. His strokes came harder, faster, making my body ripple. He fucked with purpose, taking as much pleasure as he gave. The big, inked claws tattooed on his arms rippled around me, dancing like black flames.
I threw my legs around his waist and locked onto his neck with my hands, all the better to ride out the storm, the tempest we both needed to thrash all the shit we'd suffered to pieces. I felt like I was floating after a minute of taking his dick, but it was just my own hips flying up, desperate to meet his thrusts.
Everything below my waist turned warm and tight, smoky and electric. Soon, I'd be coming again, harder than when he licked me to finish.
As soon as I started to claw at his shoulders, he held one hand to my mouth. My eyes went wide, rolling a little as he pounded his hips to mine, pressing his cock to my limits.
“Don't scream. Let it out in my fucking hand, babe. You sing like a whore with little sis in the other room and we'll never be able to finish.” Suddenly, he smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Maybe I ought to finish this faster for both of us? Or do you wanna fuck good and slow, risk everything combusting on my dick?”
I shuddered. Whatever way he fucked me, I was going to come soon, and I moaned into his hand.
It was all he needed. His thrusts slowed, but the pressure increased. He slid back gradually before he threw his hips into mine, hammering me apart, breaking me open for him.
My clit hummed when he dragged his pubic bone against me. Short, trim hair gave its delicious friction, maddening as it was pleasurable.
I couldn't take it anymore. I smashed my lips straight into his hand and grunted, pushing warm air through my teeth.
He threw the switch. Feeling me tighten up and convulse on his cock turned him into the fuck machine he'd promised. Brass filled my * again and again, quicker, shallower strokes, kindling a wicked fire beneath my waist.
I let go, falling so fast and hard I could feel my brain coming out my ears. My hips smashed desperately at his, bucking and writhing, begging for his climax. Brass joined me halfway through the fire licking its way up my whole body, drowning me in its glorious wave.
He grunted, threw his hips forward, and held them there, cock pressed snug against my womb. I felt him swell, even through the condom, and then the heat in his skin became an inferno. His head snapped back and he clenched his teeth, snorting, struggling not to growl or curse so loud it shook the whole building.