Fantasy in Lingerie (Lingerie 6)

“I know.”

“Provoking those assholes like you’re invincible—”

“I know.”

“Interrupt me one more time and see what happens.” My nostrils flared because she was pissing me the fuck off. I had something to say, and it was a lot more valuable than the excuses she was going to give.

She crossed her arms over her chest, her mouth shut.

“The Vanessa Barsetti I know is strong, smart, and doesn’t take shit from anybody. She’s not reckless and arrogant. This pathetic, lifeless version of you is insulting to you and everyone who knows you. Don’t give up like that ever again. Don’t have a damn pity party for yourself and expect people to care. Stand on your two feet and fight. You hate me for putting you in this situation? Then find a way out. Don’t walk down the street at one in the morning dressed like that and think rape and death are a solution. My mother ended up in a dumpster. You want the same fate?”

She held my gaze, the remorse in her eyes. “I’m sorry for what I said—”

“I don’t want your apology. I know you meant what you said.” I know she wished I were dead so she would be free. She couldn’t kill me herself, so she needed someone else to do the dirty work.

“But I didn’t mean what I said… Your mother was innocent. She was just involved with a cruel man. It’s not any different than our situation…” She turned her gaze to the ground. “I didn’t mean it, and I immediately felt terrible after I said it.”

I believed her. “Don’t ever pull a stunt like this again.”

“I won’t,” she whispered.

“Promise me.”

She turned back to me, the look in her eyes telling me she remembered what she’d said last night, the promise she’d asked me to make. A slight look of embarrassment flushed over her cheeks, and she quickly hid it. “I promise.”

Her legs straddled my hips, and she rocked her body back onto my length, taking my long cock as far as she could go before she moved up again. Her hands gripped my biceps for balance, and her tits shook with the thrusts.

I stared up at her, my hands on her hips as I guided her up and down. I watched her breathe through her exertion, drops of sweat collecting on her chest and the back of her neck. There was nothing sexier than watching a woman like her fuck me. I knew she was trying to make up for what she’d said to me, and fucking my cock was the best way to do that.

I had no complaints.

I felt her cream coat my length, pressing all the way down my shaft and to the base of my dick. She was always so wet for me, and tonight, she seemed even wetter than usual. I didn’t press my feet against the mattress and thrust up with her.

I wanted her to do all the work herself.

She angled her face close to mine and kissed me, arching her back deeper so she could keep taking my length all the way to the hilt.

Fuck, I loved her kisses. I loved her pussy. I loved everything about her. I could do this forever…come inside this pussy over and over.

Her lips trembled against mine, and her breathing began to change. Her nipples got hard, and her pussy started to squeeze me.

I’d made her come enough times to know when she was about to explode.

“Come for me, baby.” I gripped her harder and pulled her onto my length at a quicker pace. “Come all over my dick.”

Those words pushed her over the edge, and she came all around me, squeezing me like an iron fist. She moaned against my mouth, her back arching and her hips working harder to take my length. She screamed in my face, panting until she finished.

I propped myself up on one arm and fisted my hands into her hair. I knew I was about to fill that pussy with all my seed, stuff it with my arousal. Coming was the best part of sex, but the entire act, from beginning to end, was my favorite when it came to her. Sex had never been this good, this passionate.

“Give it to me,” she said against my mouth. “I want it.”

“You want my come, baby?”

“Please.”

Jesus. I gripped the back of her neck and came, pumping mounds of come inside that wet slit where it belonged. I already felt like a man with my above-average height and six-percent body fat, but coming inside this woman made me feel like a king.

She moaned when she felt me throb inside her, taking all the come she’d just asked for. She took it deep, doing her best to accommodate my entire size so she wouldn’t spill a drop of my precious come.

My hand dug into her hair and I kissed her hard, devouring her lips with mine. My fingers felt her sweat, and I loved knowing she gave herself a workout just to please me.