Page 30 of Pound

He ended the kiss and slid her tee shirt north as he slid south. “I won’t have our first time together like this. When I fuck you, I don’t want to worry about your ribs or bruises.” He nipped one nipple, then the next, careful to hold his weight well off her ribs. Her moans of pleasure nourished his starving soul.

Her skin tasted like paradise and smelled like coconut. He sucked her right breast deep into his mouth with a slurp as he squeezed her left. She moaned and laughed at the same time. He let the majority of her slip from his mouth until only the nipple remained. Holding it hostage with his teeth, he flicked it with his tongue until she was only moaning, no longer laughing. He decided he liked the laughter. Pound had never given in to humor during intimate moments, or any time really, but it was a new him, right?

Releasing her nipple with an exaggerated pop, he announced, “Piña colada is my new favorite drink.”

“What?” She tilted her head up from the bed to look at him with a giggle.

Pound had slid down and was poised just above the pussy he couldn’t wait to get an eye and mouth full of.

“Piña colada, you know. The tropical drink with the little umbrella and slice of pineapple.” Pound licked his lips.

“Yeah, I know what it is, but why are you talking about them now?”

“I was just thinking, your skin tastes like paradise and you smell like coconut, so add in a pineapple, and you have a piña colada.”

Meri dropped her head back to the pillow in a fit of laughter until she winced and metered it down to a chuckle. “See, that’s why we’ll wait for the main course until later, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have dessert.”

She threw her hands over her face, still laughing but controlled. Pound watched her tits shake with her movement and groaned.

“When you let yourself go, you really let yourself go, huh?” Normally he would take that as an insult to his control, but not anymore.

“Control is overrated.” With that, he grabbed her underwear and gave them a sharp tug and then another.

“What are you doing?” she asked with a hint of frustration.

“Trying to rip these off and be sexy, but they’re industrial strength.”

Meri pushed herself to a seated position and tried to close her legs around him. “Dude, are you seriously insulting my underwear when you have the green light?” She looked down and blushed, then scrambled to get away, but Pound held her there. “I’m so embarrassed.” She covered her face again, the way she always seemed to do.

“Why? I’m just kidding, sweetheart, I’m not going to ruin your clothes. Besides, the movies make it look easier than it is.”

Meri removed her hands and raised an eyebrow down at him. “We’ll circle back to your panty-ripping movie-viewing habits later. But Trip packed my clothes. Being my brother, he found the biggest, ugliest ones he could find. Remind me to kill him later. I promise I don’t typically wear granny panties.”

Pound did his best push up, rocking forward, and took her lips. Kissing her was like screaming down the road full throttle. “Lie back,” he commanded against her lips, and she complied. Before he returned to his previous position, Pound rocked back on his heels and admired her form. “Only granny panties from here on out.” He pulled them down her legs and tossed them on the floor. “They’re sexy as fuck, especially on the floor.”

“Oh my god, I didn’t know you were so cheesy.”

He was, he realized, and he’d never really been before. Meri brought out a side of him he didn’t know existed, or maybe he just forgot. Either way, Meri seemed to like him like that, so he would intentionally be extra cheesy… later.

Right now, I have other plans.

Pound dropped his mouth to her cunt. At his first taste of her, he was instantaneously addicted. He bit, sucked, and tongue fucked her until she panted. When she grabbed his ears like handlebars, he allowed her to set the pace.

Adding one finger, then two, it didn’t take long before she was bucking off the bed. He noticed her ribs didn’t bother her while she was lost to the passion. Pound twisted his fingers until he found it. That spot inside with a slightly different texture and stroked it. At the same time, he caught her clit between his teeth and flicked it relentlessly with his tongue.

“Fuuuuckkkk,” she said as she came. He’d heard the word a million times and said it twice that much, but it had never sounded so sweet.

She released his ears and opened her arms to him in invitation. “I want you, Pound. Please?”

He would deny her nothing, even if he’d curse himself later. He’d hold back his more intense desires for tonight. Hell, he’d hold them back forever if it gained him more of those lazy, satisfied smiles she was gifting him with as he shucked his boxers.

“Are you sure, Meri?” he asked as he stroked his aching cock.

She nodded, never taking her eyes off his hand. It made him harder than fuck when she licked her lips while watching him stroke himself.

“If you feel any pain at all…” He trailed off as he positioned himself where he most wanted to be.

“I’ll tell you to stop, I promise.” Her breath turned to a moan as he sank into her for the first time. Inch by inch, he entered her slick cunt, and it was divine.

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