Big Man's Bride (Big Men Small Towns 1)

I can see the way she’s gritting her jaw. She tilts herself forward even more, raising her ass higher and higher, fucking me. She’s getting frustrated that I’m not fucking her like I did before. She hates me, I see it all over her face, and there’s a part of me that loves that. Hate has fire and passion and is ten times more interesting than bland ambivalence. I can make her hate me more. I know that if I do, the fire will be so bright, we might not survive it.

But I’m willing to risk the burn.

“Beg me,” I say.

“What?” Her voice is nothing more than breath.

“Beg me to make you come.”

There’s that anger again, but her pussy squeezes down on me like on instinct. She likes the idea, even if she desperately doesn’t want to admit it. “I will not.”

I grab the back of her neck and pull her close. “Then why did your body react? You think I can’t feel that when I’m inside you?” I roll my hips again. “Beg me.”

“You’re a bastard.”

“Yes, I am. But you’re still going to do it.”

She shakes her head, but her pussy clenches again, and I know she won’t be able to resist much longer. Especially when I slip my free hand under her skirt and brush my thumb over her clit in soft circles. It’s swollen with desire, and even the light touch makes her jump.

I draw her even closer and press my lips to her ear, thrusting once, hard, making her moan. “Beg me, Ally. Beg a complete stranger to make you come.”

Moving faster again, her grip tightens on my shirt and she presses her lips together to keep from saying anything. “Beg me.”

Her lips open with a groan, and I think that she’s going to say no again, but she doesn’t. One breathy word. “Please.”

It’s not enough. “More.”

“Please make me come.”

The small tremor in her voice unlocks the possessive beast I’ve been caging in. I can’t just sit here anymore. Bracing myself for the pain, I dig my fingers into her ass and lift both of us from the couch. I lower her to the floor, never letting us separate, and spread her out underneath me. Careful of my leg, I start to fuck Ally the way I truly want to. Hard and without reservation.

“Again,” I say, working her with hard, frenzied strokes as I grind against her clit. Her eyes are open but they’re not seeing anything. She’s just clinging to my shoulders, dark hair spread over the floor, tits bouncing with every stroke.

She’s so fucking gorgeous, I don’t want to stop fucking her, but she feels too good, and I won’t last.

“Please,” she says again. This time, it’s a desperate whine. “Please make me come.”

That urge rises again to get under her skin and make her remember. “I think you like being fucked on the floor, Ally,” I say, voice nearly a growl as I graze my teeth against her neck. “I think you like the fact that you’re going to come all over a stranger’s cock while his cum is still coating your tongue.”

She makes a desperate sound, fucking me back, rocking her hips and reaching. She’s begging now, a chorus of yes, and please, and more.

I grind down, pushing her hips into the floor as I drag myself across her clit over and over. Ally goes rigid, cries echoing off the walls as she arches off the floor, shattering. A rush of heat and wetness surrounds my cock, and her pussy feels that much better.

“Look at me,” I tell her, unleashing myself. I’ve never fucked anyone this hard, and it feels good. We’re colliding, and she’s still shuddering in the aftermath of her own pleasure. But even in that haze, she obeys. She opens her eyes, completely glazed over with her orgasm.

I keep my gaze locked on hers as I let go, the pleasure driving me to the inevitable end. Lighting races down my spine, and I don’t think I can stop. It feels too good. Too real. Too much everything.

At the last second I groan and pull out, stroking myself through my orgasm until I’m coming, and my cum lands in spurts on her stomach and to her side on the hardwood floor. That’s easily the best orgasm that I’ve ever had. My whole body is hot and cold and numb and on fire, the peak so sharp that it slices me open.

I’m holding myself above her on one arm, trying to keep any weight off of my bad leg, but I can’t hold the position long and fall onto her stomach. I lay there, feeling my cum on her skin, catching my breath. I’m such an idiot. I nearly lost control and finished inside her. I’d never been with anyone that made me even come close to losing that control. But she felt so fucking good I had to fight every instinct to stay buried inside her. And deep in my gut, I want to do it again. That animal impulse is screaming to carry her upstairs and fuck her again, and this time, not to hold back.