She's already come on my cock once, clenching her little pussy so hard that I grunted with pleasure. The noises she makes are like a tickle on my balls.
The way she moves is driving me fucking crazy.
Best of all, she loves me being in control. Most women do. They give it about wanting to be independent, but in the bedroom, most want to be dominated. Maybe it's a primal thing—something from our reptilian brain that keeps the order of things.
It's what I need.
"Fuck me harder," she hisses through gritted teeth, her hips shifting.
Even though she's already had an orgasm, her pussy is still a hungry little thing. I can give her more. Harder, faster, deeper, but I love the slow build. I'm relishing this perfect little princess, marking my territory. If Tyler wants to share her with the rest of the Deep six, I want to make sure she has me imprinted on her first.
Well, not quite first. Tyler will always have that status.
Things between us are different, and that's okay. She's never fucked a man who's almost a stranger. There has to be something illicit about that. Something forbidden that's setting her on fire.
"Please," she gasps. "I'm so close."
Her begging sounds pitiful in the best possible way. My dick is going to break her down until she can't take anymore, and then it'll set her free.
Maybe it's time to give her what she needs. Hooking my arm beneath her knee, I hitch one leg over my shoulder, driving so deep that her eyes roll. My ass clenches, my thighs power me forward over and over and over, my cock slipping in the perfect mess of her arousal. With each devastating thrust, she cries out, fingers now free to grip into my flesh, driving me forward.
"Fuck," she hisses. "Fuck, fuck, fuck…"
Then like a lasso around my cock, her pussy tightens over and over.
This is what it's meant to be like between a man and a woman. Slickness and sweat, darkness exploding into light, power, and release.
I'm so close that all it will take is…
…her nails on my back, her moans of pleasure.
My balls draw tight between my legs as deep, dark, sinful heat pulses through my cock, buried so deep inside her that I'd be writing my name if I hadn't wrapped my cock in latex.
Sandy insisted, and I'd complied, but not before realizing that she hadn't insisted on the same from Tyler. I saw him cleaning up their mess from the sofa.
The trust that exists between them is complicated. For the first time ever, I want to build that kind of trust with a woman.
It takes her longer to come back to reality. My eyes watch as her lids flutter, then open, gazing guilelessly into mine. She's an open book that I just scribbled my signature on, like a little kid spray painting his gang tag on a white wall. Her lips part, but whatever words she had to say die before they reach her tongue.
I release her leg, lowering it slowly to allow her tendons to relax without twinging. I'm aware of how overwhelming the power in my body can be.
Then I bring my hand to her face.
Aftercare isn't something I generally think about. Rolling onto my back and falling asleep, or even more often, grabbing my clothes to make a hasty retreat, tends to be my pattern, but not with Sandy. Her soft peachy skin tickles my calloused fingers. Her sweet breath ghosts my lips as I lean down to kiss her. "Are you okay?"
"Yes," she says softly. She blinks, and something passes across her face, but I can't put my finger on what it is.
"What about here?" I let my thick, now semi-hard cock draw out of her slowly, and when it flops out of her heat onto the mattress beneath, she winces. There's a caveman part of me that loves seeing that little bite of discomfort, knowing I've left my mark.
"I'm okay," she says softly.
"This was…" I trail off, not really knowing what to say.
"Unexpected." A tight smile pulls at her lips, but I want more. I want her straight white teeth to flash me with a smile filled with appreciation and contentment.
"Unexpected."
Her hand trails over my shoulder and the ink demarcating the mouth of hell, lower over my side where an angel cowers under the devil's trident. "These marks must have hurt."
"I was at a point in my life when just feeling something was a relief." My words are true, but I'm surprised that I spilled them to Sandy.
Sandy's head nods gently as her fingers trace more of the lines on my skin. On the other side of my chest, a dark wolf cowers beneath the looming face of a white wolf. "Good and evil," Sandy whispers.
"What?"
"The tattoos. They're all different, but through them all, there's the thread that links them; the battle between darkness and light."