5

This girl is a dream. She must be a fucking dream, because I can’t explain it any other way. I crash my lips against hers, aligning my dick at her entrance to let her take control.

“Take it. Take all of me, babe,” I whisper against her plump mouth.

She grabs my ass, her fingers pressing into my skin like a fucking feline, and with velocity, she pushes my hips forward. I let out a groan when her wetness coats my dick as it’s being hugged by her walls, letting her push until I can’t go any farther, then bring my hips back to do it again. Her head falls back with closed eyes, and I pepper her neck with kisses while I slowly keep thrusting inside of her.

“I love it when you stretch me wide.”

“Damn, babe,” I screech, “you can’t say shit like that if you don’t want me to shoot my load prematurely.”

“I love it when you slam your dick inside of me,” she adds, resulting in a moan erupting from my throat. She shrugs with a seductive grin. “We can do it all over again, right?”

“Fuck yeah, we can.” I smirk, hoping I can keep up with this girl’s stamina.

“Then just fuck me, Bodi. Fuck me how you want. Just promise I’ll be next.”

My eyes grow wide as I search her face. Never have I slept with a girl who says the things she says. She knows exactly what to say to make me feel desirable, like she wants to make me feel good, just as I want to do with her. And the thing that turns me on the most is the look in her eyes. The look in her eyes tells me it’s genuine. It’s not something she’s saying to please me. She’s enjoying every single thing I do to her body, and it makes me want her even more.

“Where did you come from?”

I don’t wait for her reply and continue to move my hips at a steady pace, resulting in a moan rumbling from her slender throat every time I push back inside of her. She feels tight, giving me just enough pressure to lose my mind completely while her body is glued to mine. She brings shivers rushing down on me while she scratches my skin with her nails, and I close my eyes to enjoy every sense she seems to bring alive with every single thing she does.

Our mouths never unlock as our breaths blend in an intoxicating mix. She tastes sweet, her tongue teasing me at the most excruciating pace. It’s longing, affectionate and passionate, but at the same time, it’s determined and controlling.

When I break our connection to kiss her neck, she forcefully grips my hair to pull back my head.

“Keep kissing me,” she demands.

I gasp at her request, my jaw clenched in joy by her boldness. She demands to be fucked like a damn queen, and I’m more than happy to give it to her.

With a grunt, our lips crash again, and I keep plowing inside of her, never missing a beat. My thrusts are rough, while every time I hit her wall, a delicious cry ripples from her throat. Goosebumps move up her skin, giving me a primal feeling of satisfaction, pleased I have this effect on her body. It doesn’t take long before the tension builds in my groin and my muscles tense.

“I’m close,” I huff with my eyes pressed shut.

She brings her lips flush to my ears while she wraps her arms tightly around my shoulders.

“Then come,” she tells me. “Come for me, Bodi. Fill me up like you own me.”

The world seems to stop around me, and all I hear are her words repeating in my head.

‘Fill me up like you own me.’

Before I can say anything else, she tips me over the edge with a single line, and I shoot my load inside of her while I let out a primal roar. Stars dance in front of my retinas while my consciousness almost leaves my body. The pleasure surges through me like an all-consuming wave, drowning me in the most heavenly way. If I die right now, I’ll die in utter bliss. My hips keep going to milk every ounce of my seed until I drop my weight on top of her, completely spent, and her fingers brush over my back affectionately.

“You are something else, babe,” I murmur against her neck.

“Was it good?” I can hear the smile in her voice and I lift my head.

“Was it good? Baby, I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.” I push my lips against hers.

She brings her palms to my cheeks, holding on to my head before I pull back to look into her eyes.

“Good,” she purrs, then drags her teeth over her lower lip. “My turn.”

I lick my lips, loving the way she thinks. “Damn right.”

Three rounds later, her weight falls on top of me after riding me like I’m a wild Bronco, and her breath fans my neck. Our chests move up and down as we try to settle our heaving lungs, and I wallow in the comfortable feeling she gives me while my arms are wrapped around her tiny body.

“Damn, that was—” I heave.

She pats my chest, never lifting her head. “Yeah. I don’t have words either.”

We stay in this position for a while until I hear how her stomach rumbles against mine.

“Are you hungry?” I chuckle, dipping my chin to press a kiss on her forehead.