Page 83 of Lovesick
“No.” The single syllable word—which should, in theory, be feasible to say without sounding like a pussy-dumb idiot—somehow stutters out of my gaping mouth.
“Everything about you isso…fucking…sexy,” she drawls, punctuating her unshakable enthusiasm with a kiss to my lower stomach, to the throbbing shaft of my cock, and finally, to the mushroomed head that’s been glossed in viscous arousal.
I’m going to keel over. There are fire ants crawling all over my body, and every time I try to itch their poison away, the red, blistered skin sloughs off between my fingernails. I can’t take this anymore.
“I could listen to you compliment me all day, but I’m starving for that perfect pussy. And I’m gonna make good on pumping you full of my cum so your dad knowsjusthow dirty his little girl is.”
I slide her soaked panties down, revealing the most beautiful cunt in existence, red and swollen and drooling from neglect. While she situates herself to take my cock—spreading her legs impossibly wide—I drag the blunt tip through the thin film of our combined desire, testing the give of her pussy. Her entrance dilates from the slightest bit of pressure.
I fling my hand out against the glass to steel myself, and I rut my hips into her, slowly sheathing the head of my cock into that tight ring of muscle. She flutters, adapting to the size of my girth with a stunted cry, tears wallowing in the corners of her eyes.
“Fuck,” I grunt, sieving through the pain as I submerge myself halfway.
Merit scowls at me. “Hurry up.”
“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? I’m taking my sweet time with you, Princess. Let me sink into heaven, and let me savor each fucking second.”
Even as I impale her on my dick, she still banters with fleeting breath.
“I’m surprised you even fit the first time.”
“I’m not. You stretched around me pretty effortlessly. Might even think you liked me all the way back then,” I taunt, sliding in another inch as a rush of wet warmth envelops me, a lewd squelch reverberating throughout the rink like a gunshot.
“I liked your cock. Big difference.”
“Yeah? Then you’re really going to like what I do next.”
With desire rippling in my belly, I finally stuff her full, watching as her face contorts in pure bliss, my cock bumping against her cervix. She’s already trying to suck me deeper despite neither of us moving, and I’m not sure if I’m going to get the timid, obedient version of her or the demanding one.
A pornographic moan slithers out of her lips. “Fuck, I forgot how good you felt.”
“I’ll make sure you remember,” I promise, starting a steady rocking motion with my hips and bullying my dick inside soft, pliable tissue.
Stroke after punishing stroke, I don’t have the patience in me to go slow. My ball sack slaps against her ass, and we jostle the entire bench with the movement, fogging up the glass from the shared heat of our bodies and breath.
I feel like I’m overdosing on euphoria every time she squeezes my cock, mutters my name like a mantra under her breath, gushes into the suction we’ve created. My mind is completely swamped with oxytocin, and judging by the greedy way her cunt pulses in pursuit of an orgasm, it won’t take long before every hormone is streamlining into my bloodstream.
Since there’s nothing for her to hang on to, her hands clawat my upper back, carving into my skin with a smarting sting. We’re nearly chest to chest. She dares me to look into her eyes while I pummel my dick inside her—dares me to watch every rapturous twitch in her expression from the way I dance around her G-spot, dangling a reprieve in front of her just to tear it away at the last second.
“Crew,” she whimpers, her legs beginning to shake from the overstimulation. “It feels so good. Oh, God.”
“I know, baby. I’m right here.”
I lower my head to her neck, breathing her in and rewarding her with a kiss that flourishes over her clammy skin. With each minute that crawls by, my stamina is closer to fizzling out, but my thrusts remain consistent. I exploit the endless, guttural moans that tumble from her mouth, my ass cheeks clenching every time I stimulate a pleasure-pain meteor shower of friction.
My tone is darkened with a possessiveness that’s somewhat alarming, but it’s second nature for me to figuratively clamp my teeth down on her delicate throat and shake until she goes limp. “Look at how well you take this giant cock. This greedy pussy belongs to me. I’m the only one who’s ever going to make you come. I’m the only one who gets to see you like this—spread open and dripping.”
She gasps. “That’s a pretty big commitment.”
I gather the courage to make eye contact with her again. “You’re a commitment kind of girl, Merit. You’re not just some random hookup. You’re more than that to me—you always have been.”
There’s a glassy finish over her eyes, and I can’t tell if her tears are from the exertion or my admission.
She falters—a testament to my prowess—and pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. “Stop with the sweet-talking. Fuck me so hard it hurts.”
“How about I fuck this attitude right out of you instead?”
I piston inside her rough enough to make her back slam against the glass and for tears to stream down her cheeks, but she never asks me to go slower. Something hot festers behind my navel, searching for a release that I’m desperately trying to elongate.
