“Love the skirt,” he breathes against my mouth. “And the boots.”
He’s holding me up against the wall, pressed between my thighs, and I whimper at the heavy weight of his hard-on right there, against my throbbing pussy.
His hand slides up my leg, under my skirt, tugging on my panties. His mouth slides from my mouth to trace my cheek, my jaw, his teeth sink into my earlobe.
His fingers sink into my pussy.
I arch up against the wall, moaning.
“Fuck, the sounds you make. I want you so damn bad. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
His words barely register, because he unzips his jeans, the sound like thunder in my ears. I try to see where he’s bared, to see his cock.
But it’s already nudging at my entrance, pushing the thin scrap of lace of my panties to the side, and I shiver. “Merc…”
“Want it? Say it. Say you want it.” His voice is harsh, raw. Unsteady.
We’re going to fuck, I think dimly. In a dusty college storeroom, with the only light coming from a small window high up, just enough to see him.
To see everything.
God, please.
“I want…” I gasp when the head slips into me. “I want you.”
“Oh fuck…”
He’s sinking into me, inch after delicious inch, more and more. So thick, and long, so big, I can’t…
I claw at his back through his jacket, feeling his bunched-up muscles as he grunts and pushes even deeper, impossibly deep.
So good.
Driving me crazy.
His mouth finds mine again, and he kisses me hard, biting into my lower lip, thrusting his tongue against mine as his hips roll. His thick cock pulls out an inch, two inches, three—I feel every one of them as he strokes me deep inside.
Then he rocks back inside, and I cry out into his mouth, the sound swallowed instantly. He’s still kissing me, panting, fucking me so hard I can’t breathe. My boobs are smashed against the planes of his chest, my legs are trembling, my mouth feels bruised, my pussy stretched too wide.
To
o full.
It hurts. And feels amazing.
I’m going to come.
Oh crap, I’m going to come now.
I writhe against the wall, against Merc, on his cock, my pussy clenching so frantically I want to scream. Wrenching my mouth from his, I whine in the back of my throat as wave after wave of excruciating pleasure hits me.
“Jesus fuck,” he hisses. “I’m gonna… No condom.” He’s panting, his cock swollen huge inside my still clenching pussy. “Dammit.”
“Come inside me,” I whisper, “I’m on the pill, please…”
I know I shouldn’t, but right now I want him so badly I can’t think straight.
He gives a groan like a wounded animal, and I swear his cock fills out even more, splitting me apart. I moan his name, my orgasm still rolling through me, the feel of him inside me, against me, his smell, his body pressed to mine so exciting the pleasure doesn’t seem to want to stop.