“You know… I think I just might need another example,” she said. “To be sure,” she added, eyes already burning.
I had to get my day going already.
But I couldn’t exactly turn her down, now, could I?
“I might be able to give you that,” I said, letting my hands drift down her back to sink into her ass, squeezing, pulling until she was up on her tiptoes, and then had no choice but to wrap her legs around my back unless she wanted to dangle.
My lips sealed to hers as I started to walk her across the room toward the dresser, then dropping her ass down on it.
My hands moved between us, working her shorts and panties down her legs as my tongue toyed with hers, as my lips muffled the whimpering sounds she was making, sounds that seemed to go right to my cock.
My hand went between her thighs, fingers tracing up her wet cleft until I found the bud of her clit, and started to work it side-to-side until she was writhing, until her hands were clawing across the back of my neck, until my mouth was barely able to muffle the sounds of her moans anymore.
Pulling back, I looked down at her, waiting for her eyelids to flicker open before slipping my fingers inside her, hearing her indrawn breath even as her walls tightened around my fingers, holding me inside.
“Fucking drenched for me,” I murmured, her wetness covering my palm before I even started to move my fingers inside her.
“Remy, please,” she whimpered, her hips moving in impatient circles as I finger fucked her slowly.
“Please, what?” I asked, turning my fingers inside her to start moving across her top wall.
“Please fuck me,” she said, and those words ripped away any shred of self-control I’d been holding onto.
My fingers slid out of her as I fished for a condom, then yanked down my pants to slide it on.
“Open for me,” I demanded, watching as she spread her thighs wide for me to slide between.
I couldn’t do soft or sweet or even patient.
I slammed inside her.
Hard.
Deep.
Taking every inch of her tight pussy.
And as soon as I was in, her walls tightened hard around me, dragging a ragged groan out of me as I pressed my forehead to hers, trying to find a little control.
As soon as I found it, I grabbed her knees, angling them upward, and fucking her. Fast. Deep. Driving her up and through an orgasm so fast, it seemed to take us both by surprise.
“Fuck,” I growled as her walls spasmed around my cock. “More. Give me more,” I demanded, grabbing her and pulling her off the dresser, slamming her back against the wall instead, and fucking her harder and faster, not needing to worry about knocking the damn furniture over.
Dropping one of her legs to stand on, I spread the one out wide, pinning it to the wall as I fucked her.
“Fuck,” I hissed. “Yeah, there you go,” I said as her walls tightened hard before another orgasm slammed through her. “Give me one more,” I demanded as I grabbed her and turned her, slamming into her from behind.
My hands moved to her shoulders, grabbing them, and pushing them forward, then holding her in a hanging over position as I fucked her.
Harder.
Deeper.
One of my hands moved, sinking into the hair at the nape of her neck, curling and holding as my other hand slipped between her thighs, working her clit.
“I can’t… I can’t…” she gasped, even as the tightening of her walls told me that she absolutely can.
“You can. You’re going to,” I added.