Page 56 of Hero Hair
“What’s wrong?” Panic sets in. This isn’t a face you want to see when the condom is on.
“Will you want me after?” she asks.
Leaning over, she kisses my mouth—her lips cool and wet—trying to distract me from her asinine question. I don’t close my eyes, though. I keep them open to watch her, to examine her every move. Her body language tells me the answer to my question is important to her.
“You’re irrational.” I smile against her lips.
Throughout this exchange I haven’t stopped circling her clit with two fingers. Teala is grinding her hips against my hand and she’s still capable of trying to have a serious conversation. I’m not doing something right. I work harder to make every nerve ending stand on end. She opens her eyes.
“Of course I’ll want you after,” I tell her. “Sex won’t change anything.”
She seems to accept my answer as truth, because for once, it is.
The vulnerability in her expression forces the alpha to the surface. “Now sit down on my cock beforeIgo fucking crazy.”
She smiles and moans when I move my hand away from where she wants it. Finally, she obeys me in something. She’s sinking down slowly, and my eyes roll back in my head. I let out a loud groan. I have nothing to compare it to, but I think when you first enter a woman, the pleasure is so overpowering it’s like a drug hitting your system and morphing your sense of awareness completely. Her pussy is tight and it grips me as she inches herself down, slowly.
My hands are on her hips, firmly. I’m letting her do the work because I’m trying to be a gentleman, but she only has a few more seconds before I take over. She knows it. She’s watching my face, anticipation twisting her features. Teala bites her lip in this beautiful fucking porno style move and takes my dick all the way in.
“Go. Go,” I edge, teeth clenched.
“You’re so big. I’m getting used to you,” she explains.
I know she’s toying with my emotions. Her hips rise up and lower again, faster this time. My fingers are a vice on her muscular hips. I have to make the conscious effort to not crush her bones with fucking desire.
“Compliments are nice, but I need you to fuck me like you mean it. Now, Teala. I’m not playing around anymore.”
Her neck works to swallow and she leans over to kiss me again. I don’t take my hands off her hips even though part of me wants to touch her face, her clit, her tits, my need for control dominates those urges easily.
She rides me hard then, up and down, her pink nipples hard, and her perfect tits bouncing to my favorite rhythm. Fucking.I blow out a breath and try to maintain some type of composure.
“Like this?” Teala asks, through gasps and moans. She runs a hand through her long hair as she arches her back.
It’s a view unlike any other in the world. “Just like that,” I say.
She works my cock too good from this position, so when she leans over to put her hands on my shoulders, I flip her onto her back and pin her to my mattress. She lets her hands fall crossed over her head because she knows exactly what I want. Control. I thrust into her slowly at first and relish the new sensation from this angle. Teala kisses my neck, but keeps her arms away.
Kissing her neck in return, I say, “Good girl. Just like that.”
I plunge into her harder, trying to keep most of my weight on my elbows. She’s hooked her legs around my ass and is meeting me thrust for thrust.
“Fuck, Teala. Just like that. This feels too good,” I admit. I thrust hard, as far in as I can. “Fucking,” I say, sliding out slowly, “you”—I jut my hips back in—“is my new”—I glide out again, feeling her clench me in protest—“favorite,” I growl, plunging back in again, “obsession.”
My statement makes her crazed. She reaches between our bodies and starts stroking herself in time with my thrusts. I don’t like it. I want all her pleasure. Removing her hand is easy. Keeping my weight off her body as I stroke her clit is the challenge. It gives me something to focus on besides coming. I know it will be quick if we don’t switch it up. Teala moans loudly, her face a mix of ecstasy and orgasm. I pull out at once.
“Don’t stop,” she rasps.
I have to, I think. I grab under her and flip her onto all fours. I won’t have to look at her face and it might slow things down for me. It’s not lost on me that I’ve never had this problem before and even the thought is enough to cause pause. I don’t waste any time once her ass and pussy are on display just for me. With the base of my cock in my hand, holding the condom in place, I slide into her. She growls like a motherfucking panther and starts bucking her hips back to get me in further. With a firm grip on her hipbones I slam into her so hard that the sound of skin slapping skin fills the air. She lets her head fall down into my pillows. I watch my dick slide in and out until I can’t watch anymore. Her pussy grabs it like it doesn’t want to let it go.
Teala tells me she’s coming, so I reach around and stroke her clit until she screams my name and braces herself on her elbows. My dick starts throbbing with need when the waves of her orgasm massage my dick. A little stiffness leaves her body as she tries to catch her breath.
“Flip over. Let me see your face,” I pant out.
She obeys even though my dick has to slide out so she can do so. She’s on her back, her hair a tangled mess of sex, and her face serene. God, her lips. Her fucking lips. I take them in between my teeth and pull. I could bite them off, keep them in a jar. Look at them for the rest of my life. I slide into her and still.
“I’m about to come,” I whisper against her mouth.
“Please do,” she says. “I’m impressed with your control.”
