Page 65 of Blackwood

I gripped the couch’s arm behind his head and rubbed my pussy up and down against his hard shaft. He grabbed my left breast and squeezed. Wrapping one hand around my neck, he pulled me down until he could claim my other nipple between his teeth. He bit me, and I gasped and stopped moving.

“Don’t stop.” A vicious smack on my ass put me into motion again.

I rode him, my arousal spiraling out of control as he sucked and bit my breasts. He slapped my ass again, the sting like a splash of lighter fluid on a fire. I leaned away from him, and he let me go.

“I can’t wait.” He pressed his thumb under his cock and pointed it toward me.

I lifted my left knee to line him up with my entrance. When I slid down on him, his thick cock touching me in all the right places, a shudder of pleasure rocketed through me. I stretched for him, adjusting as he cupped my breasts with his large palms.

My rhythm started slow, my hips testing the bounds of how deep he could go.

“Faster. Fuck me.” His gritty voice was accompanied by another hard slap on my ass, then another.

“Garrett.” I moved faster, keeping him deep and rubbing my clit against him with each stroke.

Another hard slap ripped a cry from me.

“Yes.” He hit me again. “Fuck yes.”

I kept riding him, his strikes crossing the wires on the ticking time bomb of pleasure and pain. His name coated my tongue, and I moaned when he wrapped his palm around my throat and squeezed. Again, he hit the sore spot on my ass, but I didn’t stop. Instead, I chased my orgasm with reckless abandon. I could see it ahead, just outside my vision, taunting me.

“Fucking hell.” He groaned. “Goddamn.”

I dug my nails into the couch as filthy words poured from his mouth. Each one like another euphoric slap on my skin.

“I knew you wanted it the moment I saw you.” He twisted my nipple, then slapped my breast.

I jerked at the pain, but wanted more. Always more. “Yes.” I purred past his palm as my pussy tensed and he hit my breast again.

“Tell me you wanted it.”

“I did. Yes.” Just saying the words was like a shot of heroin in my veins.

He thrust up, his cock hitting my spot, and moved his hand back to slap my ass. “Mine from the start.”

I quaked, my muscles dancing to the dark music he played.

“Whose cunt am I fucking?” His grip on my neck tightened.Smack.

“Yours.” I squeaked past the pressure at my throat.

“I bet you want me to come in your slippery cunt, don’t you?”Smack.

“Yes.” I met his wild eyes. “Please.”

“Fuck.” He squeezed my throat, and all air stopped.

I kept riding him, my release hovering on the edge of a knife. My throat burned as I increased my pace, getting every bit of friction between us. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I flirted with unconsciousness. I was almost gone when he released my neck, and my orgasm burst through my body like a firework.

I screamed as I came. High, frothy waves of pleasure rolled over me. Garrett grunted and surged up, embedding himself completely inside me as my toes curled and my mind blanked.

“Fucking shit.” He grunted and then groaned low as his hips pistoned into me, his cock kicking with each spurt.

He emptied inside me as I quaked, unable to control my movements as aftershocks shot through me like jolts of electricity. With a final groan, he relaxed down onto the couch and pulled me to his chest.

I collapsed on top of him and sucked air into my lungs. He wrapped his arms around my back and pressed us together, his rapid heartbeat almost matching mine. I should have asked if he was okay, if his lung hurt, if I needed to move off his chest. Instead, I sank into him, let him hold me as lightness took over my limbs. I snuggled closer as he stroked my back.

We lay together for a while, long enough for me to blink away the bliss and realize that I’d wantonly fucked a man who’d been in the hospital just a few days earlier.

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