Wild Collision (Us 4)

She moans and I can’t help but smirk.

“And if you fight me on it,” I add in a whisper, “I’ll spank you.”

She blinks owlish blue eyes up at me. “What if I want you to do it anyway?”

“Do what, Mia?” I ask in a stern tone, wanting to make her say it.

“Spank me,” she whispers, the words barely audible.

“Where have you been all my life?” The words tumble out of my mouth.

She bites her plump bottom lip, red and swollen from kissing, and says like the fucking siren she is, “Waiting for you.”

I can’t help myself, I devour her lips like I’m starving and she’s my only form of sustenance. Her hands delve into my hair, tugging and pulling, before her nails rake down my back leaving their mark.

I don’t mind. Mia can mark me in any way she wants. I welcome it. I want her mark on me, her scent clinging to my skin for days after.

Her hand slides down my abs and pushes my boxer-briefs down my hips. I get rid of them completely and then her hand is on me, sliding up and down slowly, her thumb rolling over the tip as she looks up at me batting her eyes innocently.

I growl into her ear, “You pretend to be innocent, but I see you, I know you. Like calls to like.”

She smirks, the slightest tilt of her lips. “Maybe I’ve been waiting for you. You make me feel safe.”

“Fuck,” I gasp.

There’s nothing overtly sexy about her words but hearing her say she feels safe with me is everything I never knew I needed.

“My turn,” she purrs, pushing me off her to roll over.

Her eyes connect with mine as she strokes me and then she lowers her delicious mouth to my cock. My eyes roll back in my head and I reach down, holding her hair back to watch. She doesn’t look back up at me, instead giving all her attention to my dick.

“Jesus Christ,” I curse, fighting not to make noise.

I’ve never cared about bothering my friends with my exploits before, but I’ll be damned if they hear any of this. Mia is mine, and I won’t have them giving me knowing smirks or picturing her naked. I might punch one of them. I wouldn’t be sorry either.

I tug on her hair, and she hisses between her teeth, but doesn’t ask me to stop.

A little bite of pain always leads to more pleasure in my experience.

When I can take no more I pull on her hair again until her mouth lets me go with a pop.

“I’m going to fuck you now, and if you try to scream I’ll gag you.”

Her eyes sparkle and her lips lift in a coy smile.

Fucking temptress.

I grab a condom, rolling it on and give myself a few hard pulls. She watches all of my movements, never taking her eyes off me.

“Do you like watching me touch myself?” I ask in a husky voice.

She bites her lip, those blue eyes of her eyes giving me the answer I need.

I grab her hips and yank her toward the end of the bed.

Leaning over her body I remind her with a whisper, “You scream, I gag you. Understood?”

She nods.