“Arlo. God, yes.” I could have gotten off on this alone, the rocking motion, the feel of his weight on me, pushing me down on the bed, making me take what he had to give me.
I was so wet, soaked, my inner thighs smeared with my arousal for him.
“So ready for me,” he growled against the side of my neck, biting down on the flesh hard enough I cried out from pleasure and pain, knowing there would be bruises come morning, fingertip-sized ones on my waist, hickeys on my neck.
I speared my hands in his hair, keeping him right where he was, begging for more, harder… all of it. I lifted my hips, silently demanding. I needed him inside me so deep I didn't know where I ended and he began.
And then the tip nudged at my pussy hole a second before he lifted his head slightly and looked me in the eyes. “Moya.” Mine. He thrust all those inches into me so hard my back arched, my breasts shook, and a painfully aroused sound left my mouth. “You’re mine,” he grunted as he thrust into me hard once more, sliding out until the tip was lodged in my entrance, then pushed back in.
“Yes,” I cried out.
He fucked me with fast strokes, ones that made me feel like he was staking his claim irrevocably, that he was showing me with his body that I’d never get away, that I was his. His hips slammed against me, the sloppy, wet sound of our fucking so dirty, so raunchy, that I was almost on the verge of coming from that alone.
He was brutal, the motions pushing me up the bed from the force. Arlo slipped his hand under me and up my back, curling his fingers over one shoulder, keeping me in place as he worked his cock in and out of me.
This wasn’t making love. This was raw, hard-core fucking. He was a feral beast, his body corded with strength and deadly precision. It was like he was losing just as much control as I felt like I was inside. And all I could do was hold on to him, my legs wrapped around his waist, my hands still tangled in his hair. He was biting and licking at my neck, making inhuman sounds that drove me perilously close to orgasm. His grunts, my moans, and the noise of our wet sex slapping together surrounded my head and filled the room.
“You’re mine, and I will never let you go.” He slammed so hard into me, hitting a secret spot that had my eyes rolling back in my head and the air being forced from my lungs. “Now come for me.”
I came, my body obeying Arlo instantaneously.
“Fuck yeah. That’s it. Even your body knows you’re mine.”
The vibrations from his voice went right to my clit, engorging the tiny bundle even more until I was nothing but a mindless fiend, thrashing my head back and forth, trying to stay conscious. I knew Arlo was the only thing that could give me the fix I needed. He was the only thing that had brought life into every single part of me.
He grabbed both of my wrists in one of his hands and thrust my arms above my head, adding pressure and pinning me down so I was spread out like an offering. And then Arlo leaned back, his other hand gripping my waist, his fingers clenching and relaxing as he stared down at where our bodies were connected.
“I've never seen anything hotter than the sight of my cock in your cunt.” He slid in and pulled back out, slow and easy, as if he savored the sight. “My cock is so wet, glossy because you’re fucking dripping for me.” His gaze refused to move from where he watched, and I lifted my head to look down the length of my body to watch too. My lips parted as I saw the thick, girthy length of his shaft pull out of my body, wet and shiny under the glow of the outside lights coming through the window.
“Look how wet you are, baby. Look at how fucking soaked you’ve made my cock.”
“Yes, Arlo. Oh God, yes. Fuck me.”
And he did just that.
He slid his hands along my inner thighs, then hooked his fingers under my knees, pushing my legs out so far and wide that my muscles protested in the best way. The new position was obscene, my legs damn near in the splits position, my pussy lewdly displayed, but God, I'd never found anything hotter.
He slammed into me so hard and fast that I was losing my mind.
Arlo was ruthless, my body aching wonderfully. My breasts shook back and forth, my nipples hard peaks, painful, silently begging for his mouth again. As if he knew my thoughts, knew what I needed, he bent down and took one taut tip into his mouth, drawing the bud up, running his teeth gently over it again and again until my pussy clenched tightly around his cock on its own with my impending orgasm.