I grabbed her ass so firmly it was almost a slap, and I climbed onto the sofa next to her, using one leg and my hand to keep her in place. My fingers slid easily between her legs to where her pussy was wet and ready, and she gasped when my finger made contact with her clit.
I toyed with it for a moment, enjoying the way she reacted so fervently to my touch. It was how I’d felt when she’d had her hand wrapped around my cock—like she could ask me to blow up the world and I would.
I kissed her neck as I moved my hand and positioned it to slip my finger inside her. I eased one finger inside her, testing it, and then used a second. She moaned and arched her back, angling her hips so I could fuck her easier with my fingers.
So I did.
I pumped my hand, pushing my fingers inside her, sliding through the wetness of her pussy as if it were nothing. Her breathing was so heavy she was almost gasping, and her muscles clenched around me again and again.
She reached down and wrapped her left hand around my cock, jerking her hand in response to my own movements.
Mother. Fucker.
Her hand around my cock felt so fucking good.
I gripped her neck and kissed her hard, pumping my fingers into her. Her moans vibrated across my lips, and my balls tightened as she stroked my cock quickly.
No.
I wasn’t going to come like this, and neither was she.
I slid my fingers out of her pussy and moved, making her release my cock. Moving so I was behind her, I took my cock in my right hand and palmed her ass with the other, maneuvering her into position so I could fuck her properly.
Kinsley dropped her forehead onto the back of the sofa, and I eased my cock into her wet pussy. She took it easily. She was more than ready for me, more than ready for me to fuck her into oblivion where nothing but she and I mattered.
My fingers curled into the skin at her hips and dug in deep, holding her hips in the position I needed them. She arched her back, perfecting the position, and I thrust into her, burying myself deep inside her with each jerk forward.
She cried out in pleasure, clenching her pussy around my dick. It was like a trigger switch, and all pretense of control flew out of the window. I pounded into her like it was the last time we’d ever be together, like I needed to brand myself onto her, as if I would have to remember this for-fucking-ever.
I fucked her hard and ruthlessly, unforgivably, and she responded in kind. She ground her hips and pushed into me and took everything I gave, giving it all right back for the split seconds I hesitated.
My orgasm hit me hard, clenching every single muscle in my body until I could barely breathe. My balls felt like they were in an iron vice, and I was a second away from stopping when Kinsley cried out and pressed her ass against me.
I pumped into her a few more times, just as firmly, and rode her orgasm out with endless clenching around my cock. It was almost enough to make me come again, but she sagged onto the cushions in front of me, her body falling limp.
I was as spent as she was. I relaxed on top of her while still trying to hold my own body weight so she wasn’t crushed. My forehead rested against the back of her shoulder, and my hot, heavy exhales spread across her upper back as I tried to regain control of myself.
Her own were muffled by my sofa, and I reluctantly pulled back after a minute so she could raise her head and breathe again. Pulling out of her was like losing a comfort blanket—she was so hot, so wet, so comfortable, that if we were in bed, I’d have happily fallen asleep buried deep inside her pussy.
I dropped to the sofa, and she did the same, falling in the same direction I had. I caught her as she flopped and held her against me, laughing breathlessly as I did so.
Kinsley groaned as she pressed her face into my neck. “Now I need a shower and I have no clean underwear.”
“Didn’t stop me earlier,” I murmured into her hair.
“Be quiet. You didn’t wear underwear in the hope you’d get laid.”
“Same reason you didn’t wear a bra, then.”
“Nope.” She moved and nestled further into me, resting one arm over my body. “I didn’t wear a bra because bras are prison devices.”
“I completely agree.”
“You would.” She poked me. “I’m stealing your shower. And your clothes. And leaving in the dead of night.”
“Excellent.” I smoothed my hand over the top of her head, pushing wayward wisps of hair from her face. “Plenty of time to do that again, then.”