Bad Seed

She was in control, and I would follow her every move.

I slid down between her legs and lapped up her naked pussy. I locked her thighs around my cheeks so I wouldn’t have to look at those disgusting bruises. Every time I saw them, they made me angry, thirsty for blood and ready to fight. And what Theresa needed was love and tenderness.

And I knew I could give that to her.

All of it.

My tongue pressed into her clit and swirled around. Shallow breaths fell from her lips as she tugged me closer.

I sank myself into her. I drank every ounce of arousal that poured from between her legs. I sucked her clit between my lips and flicked my tongue across it. I threaded our fingers together and tugged on her arms, arching her hips closer into my face. I pressed my stubble between the folds of her pussy and listened as she chanted my name like a desperate prayer.

“Grant. Grant. Don’t stop. Grant. Please. Yes. Oh, shit, Grant. Like that.”

I sped up my ministrations as her juices trickled down my chin. Her legs trembled and her thighs convulsed. Her hands curled tightly into mine, and I could feel her body ready to explode. I pressed my tongue firmly into her clit and watched her fall over the edge. Jolting and wiggling as my lips attached to her, I rode her orgasm with her and raked my tongue across her pussy. I opened my mouth and covered her entire slit, breathing heat and watched as the goosebumps trickled up her stomach.

Her nipples puckered harder for me, and I kissed u

p to them before giving them the attention they deserved.

Her legs were useless at my sides as my tongue tickled her engorged nipples. She was moaning and whimpering, her eyes half-hooded with pleasure. Her hands kept running up and down my arms, and my cock was leaking against my pants. I sucked on her perfect breasts and tugged at them, watching her squirm underneath me.

She was beautiful, the epitome of perfection.

And I was in a hell of a lot of trouble.

She pushed me off her and for a second, I thought it was over. I thought she had come to her senses, but instead, I felt her hands at my pants. She tugged them down my body before my cock spilled out, the tip of it glistening for her.

I looked up and found Theresa wiggling between my legs before her lips sank down around my cock.

It was one fluid motion I hadn’t expected from her, and it rendered me speechless. She took me all the way back into her throat, and it made my toes curl. Fuck. She was so warm, and her throat was so tight. I resisted the urge to fist her hair and press her all the way down.

I curled my fists into the bed as my heels dug into the mattress.

“Theresa. Holy hell.”

She smiled around my cock as I propped myself up on my forearms. Her big, beautiful eyes were looking up at me, filled with an innocence I wasn’t sure would ever go away. I saw her throat expanding with the girth of my cock every time she swallowed me down, and I felt my stomach churning. I felt my abs tightening and my balls curling into my body. If I wasn’t careful, I’d explode right down her fucking throat.

And that wasn’t where I wanted to be.

I pulled my hips from her face and listened as my cock popped out of her mouth. I looked at her swollen lips, and she was panting, but the fire in her eyes wasn’t gone. She threw herself at me, and I caught her in my arms, then turned us over as her legs locked around me. I grabbed my cock and pressed it into her entrance, watching as her mouth opened in pleasure.

My eyes locked with hers as I bottomed out against her hips and I found a spark of something wild behind them.

“Fuck me, Grant.”

I cocked my head as she rose up and kissed my lips.

“Hard,” she whispered.

I drew my hips back and slammed into her, watching as her back arched. Her fingernails were clawing at me as I set a relentless pace. I hovered above her, pounding into her sweet pussy as her legs gripped me tightly. Her soft thighs were pliable against my twitching muscles, and her tits were bouncing wildly underneath her shirt. I shoved it up to her chin so I could watch the show they put on for me, fucking her with abandon. Skin slapping skin filled the room as cries of pleasure and need fell from Theresa’s lips.

“Yes! Grant—just like that. Don’t stop. Don’t stop! Harder, please!”

With every wild thrust, she scooted up the bed. She scooted so far that she was about to hang off it. I rose up onto my heels and unfurled her legs from my body, then tossed them over my shoulders. I gripped her hips and pulled her to me, then used her body as leverage as I thrust over and over again. I slammed her against my body, watching the waves of our connection ripple over her precious curves. I was growling and grunting as sweat dripped down my brow, and Theresa was massaging her tits and tugging at her nipples.

She was out of control, and yet completely in control and it was intoxicating to watch.

I felt her pussy milking my cock. I felt her body pulling me closer. My balls were ready to explode, and my cock was throbbing against her walls. I could feel her juices dripping down my skin, drenching my thighs to match hers. Theresa’s legs locked up and her hips arched off the bed, and I squeezed her ass and held her there as my cock slid into her one last time.