His Terms

“Tell me and I’ll let you get off, Sorcha.” He leaned forward, removed his finger, and spread her ass cheeks wide. The sight of her pink pussy had his dick aching something fierce, and so he latched his mouth onto her cunt and started sucking, hoping that tasting her would sate him minimally.

“Stop being an asshole and let me get off.”

He chuckled against her flesh, and smacked her ass again and again, all the while sucking and licking at her pussy. He grunted against her slippery slit, and took one hand and placed it on her lower back to steady himself. She started making these little sounds deep in her throat, ones that were of her desire and an unspoken plea for more. He sucked her clit into his mouth, moved his tongue back and forth over it, and started to feel her climax.

He stood when she wasn’t quite done getting off, rubbed his cock along her slick folds, and then positioned himself at her entrance once more. He slid his hand around to her chest, grabbed a breast, and started tweaking her nipple between his fingers.

“Fuck me,” she said, her forehead against the wall, and her voice cracking at the end.

Rian was too far gone to torture either of them anymore. He turned her around and lifted her into his arms again. She was a good girl and wrapped her legs around his waist, which had him getting lodged inside of her sweet body. He thrust into her over and over again, but he wanted her on his bed now. He’d had his fun with her against the wall, but now he wanted her spread out for him like an offering. He turned and made his way toward the bed, his dick still inside of her, and his blood pressure increasing by the second. When he had her on the mattress he didn’t give her any time to contemplate what his next move was.

He flipped her onto her belly, positioned her so her toes touched the floor, and her ass was in the air, and brought his palm down on her ass cheek. Getting into position, he grabbed the root of his cock, placed the tip at her pussy hole, and thrust into her in a smooth, even move. She gripped the sheets between her fingers and buried her face in the mattress.

Taking hold of her hips in his hands, Rian started going in and out of her, his end goal to come so fucking hard he couldn’t even see straight. The pleasure started at the base of his spine, and slowly moved upward. It controlled him, took the air from his lungs, and had this red haze covering his vision. Sweat covered his body, and he glanced down and saw that the droplets of his perspiration fell onto her back.

He moved his hand to the length of her spine and spread the wetness around, wanting to have a part of him on her skin. It was almost a sick, twisted desire, but he didn’t give a fuck. Right now he was just too gone for her to care.

“I’ve wanted this for too long, Sorcha.” He thrust in so deep that she moved up an inch on the bed. “I’ve wanted you for too fucking long.” He slammed into her again, held onto her hips tighter, and knew there would be bruises in the morning. But he liked that, loved it, in fact. It was like his personal brand of ownership on her, and that had his orgasm rushing to the surface.

Groaning out and letting his head fall back on his neck, he came long and hard. But he didn’t want this damn condom on, didn’t want the latex blocking the sensation of feeling her bare flesh along his. When his orgasm ended he pulled out of her clenching body, got rid of the condom, and collapsed on the bed beside her. The sweat started to dry on him, and he turned his head to look at her.

She had her eyes closed, but stayed on her belly. This glossy sheen covered her from head to toe, and he reached out and pushed a piece of damp hair away from her forehead. She slowly opened her eyes.

“Get some sleep.”

She didn’t fight him, didn’t even move. Instead she closed her eyes and fell asleep. He pulled the blanket over them both, closed his eyes and let sleep take him under.

17

Sorcha slowly opened her eyes, and blinked away the blurriness. It was dark outside still, and the view from the balcony windows showed the lights of the park and the city. She had shifted during the night and found herself on her back. Rian was on his stomach with his head turned away from her.

The memories of what they had done just hours before replayed in her mind like a movie reel on fast-forward. Her body was sticky from the sweat that had dried, and she was so sore between her thighs that the slightest movement had discomfort filling her. Rian wasn’t grotesquely huge in size or length, but he was endowed well enough that she couldn’t believe how stretched and filled she had felt with him inside of her. For a few minutes she just lay there, thinking about how she had gotten to this part of her life.