Arrogant Brit
She craved my cock.
Needed me inside her.
Good.
I gave her throat another squeeze before reaching down to grasp my tool firmly, stroking it along her lips. She groaned into my palm, cupped over her lips, and arched her back against me.
It was true that I wanted to tease her more.
But I couldn’t hold on any longer.
I had to feel her clench around me.
So I drove my cock deep inside in one hard thrust.
Instantly, her warm, wet folds enveloped my thick, bursting cock. I practically let myself go right there and then. It was a miracle I was able to hold it together.
A long, emanating moan drew out from her lungs, and she started to bounce her hips onto my tool. I held her back, pinned against the wall, with one hand still around her mouth and the other grasping a fistful of her hair.
Not yet, I smiled wickedly.
I’M in control.
Steadying myself slightly, I began to slam my hips into hers, gripping her hair like a rein. It took some effort to keep in position with both hands around her head, but I knew that she was enjoying this tremendously.
Her palms were still steady against the wall, absorbing the momentum of my thrusts – keeping her from slamming her face against the surface like a headboard.
I relinquished my grip on her mouth, instead digging my fingertips around her waist as I gripped her ass.
That sexy little miniskirt was hot, the ruffles bouncing with the intensity of our fucking. Of course, this would have been way easier if I’d ripped her clothes off of her and dropped my own, but I couldn’t control the spontaneity of it.
And I knew she was digging it, too.
My hands grasped her breasts fully as our hips continued to grind against one another, my cock burrowing deep into her sopping pussy. I let my fingers stroke her nipples, clenching them together to catch the small, puckering peaks and tug them up.
I knew that my weapon was coated in her sweet nectar by now, and as much as I wanted to force her to her knees and lick it completely clean…I had other plans.
My hands migrated. I let one drift around her neck again while the other headed south, rubbing circles around her clit.
She moaned with intensity again – I knew that a powerful orgasm was on the horizon if I kept this up.
“We don’t have much time,” she whispered.
“Hurry up, then,” I declared lustfully.
“What?”
“I said, ‘Come for me, Angel,’” I murmured into her ear. “Let yourself go on my cock.”
I could feel her begin to seize up, almost as if her body were simply waiting for my command. She went rigid, her arms stiffening against the wall as she did what I demanded.
What helped with that was that I picked up the pace. As soon as I realized she was close, I began jacking up the tempo, thrusting deep and powerfully into her.
As her pussy clamped down onto my erect tool, I felt her milk me dry. My orgasm rocketed into her, spurting several thick, hot ropes of my burning gift into her channel.
Or at least the rubber lining between us.
With deep, thirsty pants, I collapsed against her and the wall. Careful not to crush her, I steadied myself on either side, gulping down air.
“I don’t think I could ever get used to that,” she murmured.
“Good. Because we’re doing it again.”
“I…wait, what?”
“You heard me,” I told her, pushing her down over the bed and dragging her onto all fours. Removing and tying the condom, I set it aside and replaced it with a fresh one.
“We’re going to be exhausted enough as it is…”
“Spread ‘em,” I commanded impatiently.
A sexy smile crossed her face as she pushed her ankles further apart, and I pushed myself down into her wet, dripping chasm again…
After another amazing round of sex, we were curled up together in bed with spoonfuls of ice cream from the freezer – pretty much the only thing I had in the house. I’d turned the bedroom big-screen on, and some inane reality show was droning with the volume down.
Angel looked like she was on the verge of asking something, but holding back. I was about to directly ask her when she finally opened her mouth.
“Did you mean what you said, earlier?” She finally whispered.
I took another lick of my spoon.
“About what?”
“About staying here forever…being yours.”
“Of course I did,” I told her without skipping a beat. “I don’t say shit like that unless I mean it. You should learn to take me more seriously.”
“But we haven’t really known each other more than a couple of weeks…how can you possibly be sure?”
“Don’t be so critical,” I told her. “Trust me.”
Something seemed to dawn on her.
“You…you’re just going with this, aren’t you?” She asked, sitting up straight. “Just going with the flow? Do you actually care?”
“Of course I care,” I told her testily. “You’re mine. We established this. You belong to me. So I care about you and your well-being.”
She seemed uneasy.
“What is it?” I sighed.
“I get it now,” she bitterly replied, climbing out of the bed. “This is just your life, isn’t it?”
“I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about,” I replied grumpily.
She was getting upset.
Why?
Haven’t I given her everything she wanted?
“What happens when you get bored of me, Trent?” She demanded to know, placing her bowl of half-finished ice cream on the end table. “What happens then?”
I rolled my eyes.
“I’m not going to get bored with you.”
“You can’t know that for sure.”
“Drop it,” I demanded.
“I can’t drop it. I need to know.”
“Fine. You want it this way?” I ascended from the bed, rising up as a naked, angry stack of muscles and mounting irritation. “Kick the hornet’s nest, then. If you’re going to try and rile me up like this, then maybe I will get bored of you. This is where I come to relax between tours, or studio sessions, or practice jams. I’m tired. I don’t exactly need you fucking this all up for me.”
Angel bit back tears and grabbed her clothes, throwing on her shirt and panties before rushing from the room.
“Don’t you run from me,” I growled after her, but it was too late.
Fuck. Why?
What was
the point of THAT?
Angrily, I threw my bedroom TV remote across the room. It broke apart against the wall, clattering uselessly to the floor as the batteries bounced away.