Aspen lets out a frustrated whimper as I pull my fingers from her drenched pussy. Her arousal glistens on my fingers, and I bring them to my lips, lapping up her intoxicating juices. My eyes drift closed, and I let out a growl.
Fuck, I want to taste her, eat her until she’s writhing and her legs are shaking. Until she has to beg me to stop because she’s afraid she might die from the pleasure itself.
When I open my eyes again, I find Aspen staring at me over her shoulder; her eyes are hazy, her cheeks pink, and she has a death grip on the sheets.
I drop my hand and grab her by both hips, centering myself directly behind her. I look down and see her puckered asshole. That virgin hole will be mine as well someday.
Guiding the head of my cock to her entrance, I push inside, filling her cunt in one thrust.
“Jesus…” she mumbles, and I smirk, loving the way her pussy wraps snugly around my dick. As fucked up as it is, she is my missing piece. The calm to my storm, the virtue to my wickedness.
Holding her hips with bruising force, I waste no time fucking her, and soon, the only sounds that can be heard are our labored breaths and the slap of our skin.
Something is different in the way we fuck. It’s slow and leisurely, like we have all the time in the world. I tease Aspen to the edge of an orgasm, over and over again until her arousal is coating both our thighs.
Her puckered hole stares back at me, and I release her hip and bring my thumb to my lips. I suck the digit, getting it nice and wet before I bring it to her asshole. I’m not satisfied with the wetness and build a little saliva in my mouth before spitting against her asshole. Her entire body tightens up as I trace the hole, pressing gently against it while I continue fucking her pussy with my cock.
“Your puckered asshole is a little jealous that I’ve given your pussy all the attention. I think next time, I’ll take your ass.” I dip my thumb into her asshole gently, each stroke shallow, the tight ring of muscles giving way as I push my finger inside.
“Quinton.” She lets out a strangled moan, and I can’t tell if it’s because I’ve mentioned taking her ass or because I’ve upped my pace, angling my cock in a way that makes it certain I’m hitting the very tender tissue at the top of her pussy.
My own control starts to unravel, and it won’t be long till I come, the ache in my balls becoming painful.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” I ask through my teeth, moving my thumb in her ass a little faster.
“You.” Aspen moans, pressing back against my cock, seeking out her pleasure like the little minx she is.
“That’s right!” I pull my thumb from her ass and use the same hand to slap the creamy flesh. Then I start to fuck her even harder, setting a grueling pace, pressing her into the mattress as I use her body to bring us both the relief we seek.
“Oh, god, oh, god…” Aspen starts to pant, her face turned, with her cheek pressed against the mattress. Leaning forward, I thread my fingers through her hair and grab a fistful, pulling her back toward me. She doesn’t object to the action even though I’m certain her scalp is screaming at her.
I rail into her faster, and when her pussy starts to contract, the muscles twitching and pulsing, I let myself go.
As she falls apart, I do too, and we both come at once, her wet pussy squeezing every drop of cum right out of me. I release her hair and slip out of her warm heat, sighing as I lean forward and fall onto the mattress.
I let my eyes fall closed and immerse myself in the post-orgasmic waves of pleasure. A sheen of sweat covers my body, and I feel rejuvenated.
“Fuck, that was good.” My voice cuts through the silence, and I sit up on the bed, looking down at a very thoroughly fucked Aspen. My cock twitches to life, and I wonder if I could get away with a second round.
I notice then that Aspen is staring at me. “Don’t even think about it. You had your hour. I’m going back to bed.”
“You don’t have to pretend you hate me, not here inside this room.”
She shakes her head, her blue eyes shining with some unsaid emotion. “Yes, I do because any other emotions would lead us down a road neither one of us is going to survive.” The seriousness in her tone reminds me of how right she is. It also spurs me to get dressed and leave. If I allow us to think we aren’t enemies inside this bedroom, then who’s to say those feelings won’t follow us outside of it.