Eric (Men of Honor 2)

I pressed down on her thighs and brought our bodies close together so that I could reach her lips then hit her with the slow grind. I knew what I was doing by pinning her to the bed this way when she wanted to be the one in charge. But I wanted to push her beyond the point of no return.

I wanted to feel once again the burn of the scratches left behind by her nails the way I had the one and only time she’d been like this. We fought for control, her trying to push me out of her cunt so she could get on top and take over and me biting her lip to get her to behave.

“Not yet, I know what you want, but you’ll take what I give you now!” That shit only made her struggle harder to take over, and the two of us ended up tussling with each other, with my cock buried way past her navel, and the two of us stuck together like two dogs in heat.

“Behave yourself!” I smacked her ass cheek hard and felt her pussy squeeze, so I did it again. Oh yeah, she’s in heat, alright. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back so I could look down in her eyes as I started to slow fuck her nice and deep. “You feel that? That’s the only thing you should be thinking about right now.”

I teased her on the end of my cock until tears of frustration filled her eyes, and she started flailing her legs in the air. “I need you to cum for me first, baby, then I’ll give you what you want.” I rocked into her, making sure to catch her clit with every move until I felt her tighten up, ready to cum. “That’s it, cum on my cock, let me feel that hot pussy juice.”

It only took me squeezing one of her nipples to bring her off, and she bucked and wailed beneath me. My cock was hard to the point of pain when I switched us around, landing on my back beneath her. Her eyes lit up like a damn Xmas tree, and she planted her hands in my chest and bit into her lip with concentration. Here we fucking go!

She ground her pussy down hard on my cock, and we were off to the races. I held onto her hips so that she didn’t fling herself off my cock with her wild as fuck movements, but I was buried too deep for that. I thought for sure she was going to hurt her pussy, though with the way she was fucking herself down hard over and over again.

I kept my eyes on her face, so I saw her every emotion. I saw when she fucked herself too hard and caused herself pain, and when she fucked around and hit her spot and acted like I’d hit her with a cattle prod. Then I saw when she found her groove and went to town on my dick, owning my shit, claiming it as hers. Her ex and mine were nothing more than an afterthought. Until we both came together in a wild frenzy.

When the first tear fell, I pulled her down to me and covered her lips with mine. “Shh, it’s going to be okay.” I wrapped her up tight and held her against my chest with my cock still lodged inside her, fighting my own anger so I could focus on hers. “You don’t have to see him, and there’s nothing he can do to you or Lora, you do know that, don’t you?”

She nodded against my chest and sniffled, which only pissed me off more that he’d made her cry. The text I sent him earlier was to meet at the hotel bar later this evening, but he had no idea that I was the one who’d sent it since I’d used her phone. If I have my way, this would be the last time he makes her cry.

“I don’t want you to worry about this anymore, baby, I’m going to take care of it myself once and for all.” She tried raising her head off my chest, but I held her in place with a hand on the back of her head. “No, stay there, and if you’re about to argue, don’t.”

“But he’s my ex so, therefore, my problem. I can’t ask you to deal with every little thing from my past.”

“Oh yeah, and how has that been working out for you. If you could handle this asshole, he wouldn’t have found his way here to make trouble. The argument is moot at any rate since you’re now my wife, and Lora is now my daughter. Which means that any problems he has, he can deal with me. That’s what being married is about.”