He feels so good. He makes me want to die in his arms.
I grab his ass. Pull. Hard.
The pain as he spears me is sharp. Devastating. And divine. Like I lived my whole life for this.
I don’t want to be feeling any of this. And I want it to go on forever. Nobody told me it would feel like this. It’s like I’m turning inside out. Over and over.
He splits me wide. Slow and sure, he knifes into me, stretching me impossibly. Making my eyes pop. My back arches and I claw him. My neck stretches. I slam my hips against him, riding the burn on that thick pole.
“More. Give me more, you fucker.”
I yell as he does it. Hammering into me. Thick and hard. Banging me against the wall. His body is savage. His eyes devour me as his cock impales my weeping wings.
Sinking my teeth into the side of his neck, nibbling down under his collar, onto his shoulder
My nails scrape down his back. I lean on his shoulders to lever my ass up. Spread wider.
Pulling my thighs as wide as I can, I cross my ankles behind his back. The stretch pulls him in deeper. Higher. He’s reaching up inside me, higher than anyone, or anything, has ever been.
I bite on his neck and moan into his flesh, “Are you a fucking drug or something?” It’s like I’m really losing it here. Like I’m delirious. “What are you doing to me?”
“Just giving you the fucking that you’ve been begging for.”
My walls pull and flutter on him. Sensations swell and rise inside me like a dam, shaking, ready to burst.
I push my hands into his shirt. My face is wet. I can’t coordinate to open the buttons. Clutching at his hot, velvet flesh, my nails dig and claw. He sparks up, like my scratching woke him up.
He takes hold of my chin. Presses me back. Takes a filthy wet kiss while he plunges his shaft deep inside me.
Leaning me back, he opens my shirt. It’s scary how he’s so in control. Especially while I’m so not. It gives me an evil trickle of thrill. And I hate him for that.
He unclasps the front of my bra and grabs my tit. He’s plowing harder and gripping my ass in the other hand. It feels like a small donut in his palm.
I manage to say, “Remind me to tell you all the reasons why I hate you.”
“I won’t live long enough to hear the whole list.” His mouth fastens on my tit and the burst of sensation sets me shaking and shuddering and clenching and tips me over the edge.
Chapter Nine
Finn
Her fists beat on my shoulders and my back, and her slippery pussy grips and sucks on the base of my cock. I’m up, balls deep into her wetness. If her pussy tightens and flexes like that, I won’t be able to hold back much longer.
Reluctant, I pull my lips from her tit. With my cock still deep inside her, I carry her to the workbench.
With one hand, I sweep the tools and parts off the bench.
I lay her along the bench, about as gently as I can. Which is not gently at all. Spread out on the worktop, she’s too low and I have to crouch to stay in.
But I’m literally shocked. With her shirt open and her hair flowing, nothing else on but the flimsy panties, shoved to one side, she is so fucking beautiful. I stroke her hips and look down her fine curves.
“Mia,” It slips out. I pummel her hard a couple of times and lean down to take a kiss. Because I can. I love it.
But if I don’t concentrate, I’m going to blow my stack. And there’s now way that’s going to happen. Whatever else, I’m going to fuck her so deep and make her come so hard, she won’t be able to walk or move for a week without remembering.
I roll up my jacket and fold it as a cushion for her ass. While I hold her hips and fuck her, long and deep, I look in her eyes. Connecting with her, I feel a flame way down in my core. I could fall in love. This is how it could happen. And it could be her. She could be it.
‘The one.’ I never thought there was any such thing. But now I can see, I can feel how it’s possible.
As I raise her hips, her arms fly up over her head. I spear in. Higher. Deeper. “God, yes,” she moans. Her hips buck.
I catch sight of her shining wet pussy lips, swollen tight around the fat shaft of my cock. However badly I want to, if I watch her there, I won’t be able to hold back.
I lift her thighs and spread them, and she’s still as tight as a drum around me. She shudders and moans as I ream her, long, slow, and hard. I scrape high inside her, up toward the front. At her most sensitive trigger. Deep between her folds.