I focused on her, on what I was doing to her, how I was claiming her.
“Beg me to fuck you harder.”
She licked her lips, and I watched the act of her dragging her tongue along the swell of her bottom, plump lip. It was slow and sensual, and made me harder.
“Fuck me harder,” she whispered.
Fucking hell. She was going to have me come before I was ready to be finished. I moved my hand up the valley between her breasts, wrapped my fingers around her throat loosely, and then started to fuck her like she’d asked, like I wanted to.
She was so fucking hot, so damn ready for me that her pussy kept clenching around my dick, as if drawing out my cum, needing it inside of her. A guttural groan left me at the feel, and I gently tightened my hold on her neck, needing this control, to see on her face she needed it, as well. I wanted her to be on the brink of orgasm, gasping for breath, right before she exploded in euphoria. I retreated and then pushed back into her, harder and faster each time. She stared up at me, her mouth parted, her eyes wide and glossy, and beads of sweat starting to form on her forehead.
I smacked her tit with my hand, watched the globe shake, saw the flesh become red, and then heard her moan. She closed her eyes and thrust her breasts out for me. I loved her virginal masochistic need, and I couldn’t control myself any longer. Her face turned red and she gasped for breath, but I made sure to control the pressure so she could get the maximum exposure of the dark orgasm I wanted her to have. She didn’t try and remove my hand from her throat, and in fact, begged me to fuck her harder still.
The strangled sound that came from her when I slammed into her especially hard had me lowering my chest to hers and taking hold of her jaw. I tilted her head to the side, probed her mouth with my tongue, and deepened the kiss until there was no question that she was mine.
I couldn’t stop myself from pulling out until just the tip of my dick was inside of her, and then I pushed back in. I did this over and over again, not picking up my speed, but making sure to completely fill her every time I slammed back into her. Sweat now covered my back as I kept up a steady rhythm. I broke the kiss, and started biting the side of her neck, needing to give her that little bit of pain that would really have her soaring. Keeping her head to the side with my hand on her jaw, I dragged my tongue up and down her sweet skin, and then followed the path with my teeth.
She was so stretched for me, so fucking responsive. I loved the fact she drug her nails down my back, giving me a little bit of pain, too. I pulled back just enough to watch her tits bounce and jiggle from the force with which I was taking her. Her breath came out of her in small pants, a flush stealing over her body.
She moved up the bed an inch, and I braced a hand on her shoulder, pulled her down and on my dick even more, and gritted my teeth when our pelvises pressed together hard, painfully even. I was close, too, but I wasn’t about to let go that easily. I wanted her to come, now. “Let go, Sasha. Come for me.” I pumped harder into her, and held her throat a little more tightly. Her eyes were so wide, her moans filling my head.
“Yes,” she moaned out softly. And then she came, gasping for air, her face turning red. I removed my hand from her throat, and watched the way she clenched at the sheets and cried out from the intensity of her climax. I was so close to getting off, I could feel it encompass every part of me. But I wanted her to come again, right along with me.
“Come one more time, baby.”
And just like that, I felt her inner muscles clench rhythmically along my shaft and knew she’d obeyed me right away, as if she couldn’t even control herself with me. My balls drew up tight, and I came hard for long haze-filled seconds. I finally pulled out of her pussy, and stared between her thighs, loving the redness, the fact she was so swollen because of what I’d done. Collapsing on the bed beside her, I stared at the ceiling, felt this strange, yet comforting sensation fill me, and knew that I needed more of her. I wanted her for myself.
“What now?” she said after a few moments of the silence moving between them.