Bitter Sweet Hell (Hell Night 2)

She peeks at me over her shoulder but bends forward and grabs the table. I almost come right fucking there at seeing her like this. Her skirt has fallen back down, but I know she’s bare underneath. Her tits sway as she stands there ready and willing, waiting on me.

I hike the skirt up over her hips. Her breaths come in labored pants and her hair is draped down her back. It’s so long that the end lays between the globes of her ass, no doubt getting wet from her arousal.

Grabbing the end, I wrap it a couple of times around my fist. Have I said I loved her hair yet? It’s one of my favorite parts of her.

Her asscheeks are pale and round and what they hide is something I can’t ignore. With her hair still in my fist, I separate the two mounds of flesh and reveal her tempting asshole. Starting at her clit, I gather some moisture and rub all the way up to the puckered hole.

She stiffens but doesn’t try to pull away.

“You gonna let me fuck you here one day, baby?” I ask huskily.

She wiggles her ass when I apply a little pressure, and I swear she’s pushing back against my finger.

“I’ve never done it before.”

“I’ll make it feel damn good for you,” I promise.

Her breath hitches when I add a bit more pressure. I don’t push past the sensitive bundle of nerves. I want to take my time with her when it comes to anal play, and I’m too impatient to get my dick inside her pussy to pay it the attention she deserves.

I quickly pull my pants off, kicking them to the side to land beside her torn shirt and panties. Gripping the base of my cock, I slap her drenched pussy with it a few times. She whimpers and shoves her hips back.

“Please, JW.”

“What do you want, Eden?” I swirl the head over her engorged clit. “Say the words, and I’ll give it

to you.”

“Fuck me. Fuck me hard,” she answers without hesitation.

I put us both out of our misery by notching the head at her opening and slamming home.

Home.

She feels like fucking home. Not just her body and what she does to mine, but in every way possible.

I use her hair as a means to pull her back into me with each forward thrust. I’ve only been inside this woman for a few seconds, but I’m already precariously close to the edge. She does this to me every single time.

Our bodies slap together and our grunts and moans of pleasure intermingle, creating a sound so beautifully hot it has my control close to snapping. Bending down, I rain kisses along her spine, slowing my thrusts. I’m not ready for this to be over. She tries to get me to move faster, but I keep my steady rhythm.

She’s bent over the table, her face forward, and I have the sudden need to see her face. She’s stunning when she comes. It’s not only her body that reacts but her whole face lights with pure ecstasy.

“I’m close,” she moans. Her walls clamp down on me, strangling my cock in the most delicious way.

I’m past the point of holding back. Standing back up to my full height, I release her hair, grab her waist and pound into her like it’s the last time I’ll have her. I feel crazed with my need for her. Downright insane with my lust.

“Damn it to hell,” I groan and pick up speed. My balls draw up and a spark of electricity travels down my spine when I feel her pussy convulse. She falls over the edge, and I’ve got no choice but to go with her.

“Son-of-a-bitch,” I pant. “No condom, baby. I didn’t wear a condom.”

She’s breathing heavily as she leans more of her weight against the table. “I’m clean and on birth control.”

I nod, then say verbally. “I’m clean too.”

Once I can breathe properly again, I pull out of her delicious pussy and turn her to face me. Her arms drape languidly around my shoulders as I sit us both down in the same chair I was in before. She looks at me with droopy eyes and a contented smile.

“You wear me out, lady.”

I drape her skirt back down her legs and tuck her close to me. Her breath tickles my neck when she draws in a deep inhale and releases it.