Page 33 of Spin The Bottle
“God,” she cries, dropping her head again. “Go deeper.”
“Leila.”
“Deeper,” she tells me again.
I push in another inch and when she moans again, low, agonized. I stop. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
I love watching her stretch around me, but the way she tightens around me when I feed her another inch and sucks in a harsh breath, stops me from giving her more.
Her head lifts, looking at me behind her shoulder, her eyes hardening. “Either fuck me,” she says. “Or I’ll go back to the party and find someone else who will.”
I thrust the last couple of inches inside of her and a strangled cry escapes her as she drops her head, my dick all the way in now. “Holy fuck,” she says breathlessly.
Holy fuck indeed. I let out a breath, my cock strangled inside her. “Are you ok?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she moans. “Oh my god. Start moving.”
I pull out halfway and thrust back in, her hot pussy gripping me when I do. “God damn,” I breathe, watching her body move with mine as I thrust against her. My condom-covered dick slick with her juices. “Fuck,” I grunt. “You’re stretching so well for me, gorgeous.”
She moans again, meeting my thrusts, her ass jiggling with every slap of my skin against hers. I lean forward, gripping her throat and twist her neck to bring her mouth to mine. I need to kiss her, to see her. As much as I love this position, I want to look at her when she comes.
Fuck, I bet she’s so pretty when she comes.
“God, you feel so good,” I grunt, looking down at where I’m pushing inside of her. “So tight.” I squeeze my eyes closed, the feel of her too much to bear. “I’m struggling to hold on.”
“Are you going to be a two-pump chump?”
Her little remark makes me laugh when I lean over her, nipping at her ear, loving how she moans when I thrust deep inside of her. “I knew you’d be like this,” I admit. “Stubborn and bossy in bed.”
My hands grab onto her ass, clutching the soft skin rippling with each thrust. “You needed someone like me, didn’t you?” She moans again, burying her head into the mattress. “Someone that will fuck you into submission until that attitude of yours is nothing but a jumble of words begging me to let you come.”
“No,” she says in a breathy voice that turns me the fuck on.
“No?” I repeat. “Do you want me to stop then?”
The groan she lets out makes me chuckle, and when she looks behind her shoulders, her eyes are narrowed. “Are you saying you can’t do the job?”
She’s such a little tease. “Of course I can, gorgeous.” I run my hands over her plump, round ass. “If you beg.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Her eyes narrow even more.
I tut, pulling out of her halfway. “I don’t kid.” When I thrust back in, she lets out an urgent cry that makes her squeeze around me. “You want to come? Ask nicely.”
She shakes her head, whining into the bed. So stubborn. “I am notbeggingyou.”
“Don’t act like your pussy doesn’t drip when I tell you what to do.” When she shakes her head, I let out a laugh, withdraw a few inches and push back into her, loving how she tightens around me, crying out into the pillow. “Come on,” I coax her. “I chased you, told you how much I wanted you.” I pull out all the way and tap my cock against her dripping wet pussy. “Now it’s your turn.” When I slide in again, it feels like heaven. I want to drag this out, I want to know she wants me as much as I’ve been craving her, but as soon as I’m deep inside her, I don’t give a fuck if she begs anymore. Hell, I’m close to begging her myself.
She shakes her head again but when I withdraw again, she caves, letting out another moan. “Fuck. Please,” she cries. “Please.” The plea from her lips sounds like a melody, my cock twitching inside of her. “Please make me come.”
If only she could see the smile on my face. “That wasn’t hard, was it?” She gasps when I give her another inch, whining for more. “I knew you could be good for me,” I murmur into her ear, my teeth grazing against her jaw.
When I grab onto her hips and shove my dick all the way inside of her, she throws her head back, meeting every thrust. “I’m so close,” she whimpers, dropping her head once again. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Shit, so am I.
I bunch her dress up around her midsection, wanting to watch me pound into her, her low breathy moans bringing me closer. The pleasure racking throughout my body, tingling in my balls the louder she gets.
