Page 125 of Endless Anger
“This is so…” She breaks off on a staggered moan when I bend down, covering her tit with my mouth. I flatten my tongue and then swirl it around, pulling the peak between my lips and tugging gently.
“So what?” I urge.
Her nostrils flare, and her chest heaves. She meets my gaze through those long, thick lashes, and I suck harder, watching her eyes darken with lust.
“Hot,” she replies, tangling her fingers in my hair.
“Pull it,” I encourage, laving around her nipple, admiring how taut itgets before moving to the other one. I can feel her heartbeat in my chest, and I feel like I’m losing my mind in the best way possible.
“Won’t that hurt?”
“God, I hope so.”
My hips snap to hers again, more forcefully this time, and a stinging sensation ripples across my scalp as she clenches my roots, morphing into pleasure as it rains down my back.
She seems to relax the more I move in and out, and eventually one of her hands leaves my head, snaking between us to toy with her clit. I let go of her thigh, grabbing the curve of her waist with both hands and changing the angle, my jaw locked so tight to keep from coming that I’m starting to see stars.
Or maybe that’s from her and how fuckingincrediblethis feels. Her tits bounce with each thrust, and the bed creaks with my motions, knocking into the wall.
If I were a good RA, maybe I’d give a shit that we’re disturbing the rest of the floor, but I’mnota good RA, and I couldn’t give a flying fuck about anything other than this very moment.
After this, I can die happy. Or happier at least.
The ever-present rage that exists within me seems…sated almost. Distracted, perhaps.
Whatever it is, I know I’ll be chasing the high forever.
“Oh my God, Asher. You’re getting sodeep.”
“Goddamn, Luce, don’t say shit like that.”
“Why?” Her eyes sparkle, a moan falling from her lips. “Does it make you want to come?”
Each word is shoved out as I keep fucking her, relying on the intrinsic range of motion. I keep watch for any signs of her not liking a certain stroke, but she seems to be enjoying the ride, so I just pick up the pace, lengthening each plunge in and dragging my cock up on the withdrawal.
My vision starts to blur at the edges, that telltale sign of impending climax inching its way up my spine.
“I’m close,” I warn.
“Good.”
“Fuck, I wanted to last longer.” My voice is strained, desperate, pleading. “I need to come.”
Her chin dips, and she grins. “Do it then.”
“I didn’t—I don’t have a condom, pup.”
“Don’t need one. I’m on the pill.”
She squeezes her eyes shut, continuing to rub herself, and I feel her tighten around me. It’s a smaller vibration than before, but it’s there nonetheless, and she leans into it, clamping around me so tight that I almost pass out.
I flatten my palm between her breasts, pinning her firmly to the mattress, driving into her with fast, brutal strokes. They steal the air from both our lungs, and she moans, her fingers moving quicker, until the levee barring her second orgasm bursts, and she comes all over me.
Again.
Goddamn, I will never get tired of this.
Clenching my jaw, I yank out of her at the very last second, grabbing my dick as euphoria begins pulsing through my veins like liquid honey. Pumping myself in short, furious jerks, I let out a tortured groan and watch with heavy fascination as cum spurts from my tip, coating her pussy and belly with sticky, white fluid.
