Ruthless Secrets (Elites of Macedon High 2)
She croaks, “Soren…”
I hum against her breast, sucking harder on her nipple while incoherent sentences fall from her lips. My breath hitches as she bounces on my cock, rubbing so hard against me that I think I might split her in half. Electric bolts dance in my belly while I encourage her to burst with every thrust I return to her.
And then she comes apart.
It’s beautiful to witness Alex coming. The way her face scrunches up, the wide circle her mouth creates, and the spasm of her muscles are beyond transcendent, the sort of image I would never find in any of the porn videos I watch. Observing such an intimate undoing sparks in me a feeling of solidarity with her—because to come with her is the most vulnerable thing I think I’ve ever done with a girl.
She’s in the middle of riding the wave when I drop my head back and squeeze her hips, my legs shaking as I join her eruption. She milks my cock so hard that my toes curl, and I’m afraid I’m going to choke on air when I finally collapse. My vision blurs for a second as Alex wiggles on my lap.
I shudder. “Okay, sensitive.”
“What?” she whispers weakly. “That?”
She thrusts again, and I groan while bowing forward. Cum drips from her pussy and pools around the base of my cock, causing me to growl. “No, stay in there.”
“You want me to keep your cum inside?”
“Yes, sugar. As long as you can.”
She smiles while pecking my lips. “I think I can do that.”
While she decorates my mouth with affectionate kisses, I feel myself getting lost in her. It’s a little too scary to think about, but it’s exciting, too, because it’s more than just a quick fuck with her. It’s us cementing our partnership.
After she gets dressed and promises to keep my cum in her pussy, she kisses me sweetly and then slides out of the car, sauntering proudly toward the front door of her home. I lean over to watch her go inside. It’s not late, but I worry about her, knowing that her home life isn’t exactly the best right now.
The curtains in the upstairs window shift as if they’ve been tugged aside. I fix my pants, pop my car into drive, and ride off, trying not to think about the new cruel streak that Alex has developed.