I hum as I peck her lips softly. “You would if you had the right partner.”
My insistent kisses are met with soft sighs of surrender. She gives in, deepening the kiss while wrapping her arms around my shoulders.
“I feel alone and abandoned, Soren,” she whimpers between kisses. “I feel guilty for only caring about my future.”
I shush her. “You’re not alone. I’m here, and we can be partners.”
“You mean that?” A spark appears in her eyes, an unmistakable shimmer of hope. “Don’t say that unless you mean that.”
“I mean it.” I prop myself on my elbows and hover over her, grazing my lips over her mouth. The gesture produces a moan. “We’ll run this stupid shit-town together,” I insist while dragging my lips over her cheek. In her ear, I whisper, “We’ll make them all pay.”
The way she shivers sends electric pulses through my core. I shift my weight when I feel her hands on my jawline, guiding me back to her lips. Kissing her makes me hard—a response I never thought I would have with a girl—and drives my hand between us. She arches into my touch as I smooth my fingers over the front of her panties.
She whimpers, “Soren, I want you.”
I nuzzle into her neck, decorating the flesh there with firm kisses. “You sure, baby?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
She rips my shirt off and unbuckles my belt, shucking my khakis once they’re loose enough. After kicking off my shoes and socks, I wiggle out of my boxers and rest between her legs, feeling her warm pussy pulsing with desire when I set my cock against it. Her legs widen and she mewls.
I shudder when I feel her gush. “God, sugar. You really don’t need much, do you?”
She shakes her head, eyelids heavy with drunken lust. She strokes my cheek and sweeps her fingers over my lips, parting them with a sigh. I roll my hips to gently nudge her pussy with the head of my cock, watching how her expression wavers between agony and pleasure.
I’m already dripping pre-cum when I reach toward the bedside table. She grabs my wrist and shakes her head. “It’s fine. I’m on the pill.”
“Fuck, sugar. You want me raw?”
“Please, baby?”
I bite my lower lip and hold her gaze while slowly rolling her panties away from her hips. She whimpers as the fabric scrapes her skin, shuddering when I leave them around her knees for a second. Just watching her reaction is enough to make me blow a wad, but I try to hang on, knowing the reward of being the first inside her bareback will be more than sufficient.
By the time I have her panties off, she’s vibrating with desire. I press her legs together and straddle her thighs, dipping the head of my cock between her pussy lips. Warm arousal slicks my entry, easing me between her lips in a short thrust. She mewls when I rear back and grabs my hips, urging me to return.
“Breathe, sugar,” I whisper. “Just breathe. I’ll fuck you nice and slow. Just like you need.”
Her whimper of protest makes me grin. She wants it hard—but I want to take my time with her. The way she twitches around my shaft drives me wild, making it difficult to retain my control. Years of edging couldn’t possibly have prepared me for the way Alex clenches. And it feels so much better without a condom.
While sinking into her channel, I notice how she watches me, how she holds eye contact the whole time. It’s transcendent the way she digs her fingers into my hair and grips the strands at the root. When I dive to the hilt, she tugs my hair, causing me to growl hungrily.
“I said, breathe,” I groan while rearing back and returning faster. “Sugar, you’re so tight. Fuck…”
She shudders uncontrollably as I piston into her, each thrust bouncing us up from the mattress. Her nails dig into my skin as I lift her sweater, exposing her hard nipples for me to steal. I groan as I wrap my lips around the left nipple, slurping the hardened nub into my mouth. Her mewls turn to ragged gasps for air as she clutches my head tightly.
Scorching heat consumes me as I smack into her thighs. She shudders with every pump, her fingers tightening in my hair while her pussy squeezes my shaft. I’m about to lose it when she chokes out that she’s coming, her body going rigid as I surge harder. The moment she breaks is the moment I release my load, pumping her full of my cum.
When I’m done, I collapse on my side, sliding my fingers between her thighs to feel the mess we made together. Every drop of cum that slides from her pussy gets shoved right back in, leading to her spreading her legs. She coos as she arches toward me and cups her breast.
“Again,” she begs. “I want more.”
I chortle weakly. “Give me five minutes.”
“Now, Soren.”
“I could get used to you being hungry like this.”
She hums and kisses me while I finger her, delighting in the soft moans that vibrate my lips. I really could get used to her being like this. Not sad. Not grieving. But full of ravenous power.