Page 6 of Rushing Her: Seattle, Westerners
“Ow,” I yell, but it doesn’t hurt. It turns me on. For the first time in a long time, I’ll get the sexual experience I crave. Bray will take me hard, feed my desire and need. He won’t give me sweet lovemaking. I want the dirty, gritty side of sex.
He smacks me again, and this time I squirm. “Yeah, that really hurt you. I can smell how much.”
I’m dropped onto the bed and realize that we are in just a typical suite, nothing fancy like he can afford, but I don’t have time to think more about it. Brayden begins undressing, delivering an arousing display. His jacket gets thrown over a chair, and he sheds the black shirt underneath. As he pulls at each button, some break off and go flying, but he doesn’t care. When he exposes his beautiful, massive, tattooed chest, my breath catches. The piercings were not props for the photo shoot. They glint against his sculpted chest.
My legs squeeze together to relieve the pressure on my clit. It’s throbbing so intensely it feels like it has its own heartbeat. Ifollow his hands as they drift to his buckle. He stares at me while slipping out the belt, a loop at a time, before dropping it onto the bed. I’m not scared of him or what that could mean. I want this; the need for him to dominate me is overwhelming. I’ve yearned for this kind of play for a long time but never had the desire to do it with anyone but him. The crazy thing is, I haven’t been with Bray in a very long time, but that passion is still there.
He pops the button on his slacks and lowers the zipper. The pants slide down his thick legs, and his cock pushes at those skintight black boxer briefs. I lick my lips, longing for that cock in my mouth again.
“Later, baby. It’s been too long, and I need inside you.”
“Please.” I start to push myself up the bed, but he leans over me and grasps my thighs.
“I lead this, you don’t.”
Next thing I know, I’m flipped over with my butt in the air.
Brayden
After the flip, I can’t control myself any longer. The need to dominate is fierce, and I rip the thin panties from Lexi’s body. Spreading her legs, I position them on the bed, frogging them. Her juicy, dripping pussy is on display, so I drop to my knees and lick her from her clit to her hole. She tries to pull away, but my hand slaps her ass cheek. She screams and arches off the bed, her core leaking more of her precious nectar. My tongue repeatedly fucks her channel before sliding to her clit and sucking it deep between my lips.
She cries out as she comes, and I flip her over again, throwing her farther up the bed. I climb over the top of her and unhook the front clasp of her strapless bra, which wraps around her body so she has no worries about her dress having a bit of a drop at the back where a typical strap would have shown. Her firm C-cup breasts with the berry nipples pop free. I grab them, and she squirms away from me, moaning and writhing even more. Her reaction is surprising.Were they always so sensitive?
Not giving it another thought, I snatch up the belt from the mattress and restrain her hands over her head, looping it with enough give in case she wants out. Her pupils blow out her eyes, the seafoam green barely visible with her desire. She loves it, and I fucking fist pump in my head. I remember the last time she was tied up this way and can’t wait to explore this further.
Leaning over her body, I praise, “You’re doing so good, Lexi baby. I want to play with you. May I?”
“Yes, please,” she begs and arches her body under mine.
Kissing her long and deep, I let her taste herself off my tongue. She raises her strapped hands and wraps them over my head. “Back up there, baby,” I order, and she reluctantly complies. Relinquishing control will be hard for her, but this is how I want her.
I kiss all over her face and the tip of her nose, showing her how much I care and have missed her, then skim my lips down her neck to her breasts. I suck desperately on a nipple, and she cries out in a subtle orgasm. This is new; I like it a lot. Shifting to the other breast, she comes again, and I leave love bites and a couple of hickeys on her flesh.
Grabbing her legs behind the knees, I swing them over my shoulders. She can take it. My cock slides between her tight pussy lips and deep inside her body. I don’t stop the invasion until I meet her cervix, and even then, I press into it ever soslightly, almost to the point of pain. She just moans and cries harder.
“Bray, just like that. Oh my god, you’re so deep,” she exclaims as her head thrashes around.
“Baby, this is my pussy now. Nobody else. You got it?” She’s so lost in her head that she doesn’t comprehend my words, so I withdraw until the tip of my cock just breaches her entrance. “Lexi, say it,” I order, and for just a moment, doubt crosses her eyes. Shifting one of my arms, I pinch her nipple, giving it a slight twist.
“Yes. Yours. I’ve always been yours, Brayden.”
She finally says what I want to hear, so I press back into her body, again going as far as possible. As soon as our pelvises touch, I grind harder, stimulating her clit. She wails this time, her pussy fluttering against my cock.
Heat and feelings overtake me, and I pull out and slam back in until her cervix opens and sheaths the head of my cock. I keep it there, pulsing and grinding against her. She screams, “Brayden,” as she comes. Cum spurts from my cock, and I pull out and push back in over and over. My balls slap against her ass, and she wriggles below me. Planting myself deep on the final thrusts, I intend to put my baby in her belly.
The image of her round with my kid splashes more cum within her. I must connect her so tightly to me that she’ll never leave me again. She will be mine forever now.
I roll us to the side, releasing her legs and feeling my cock pop from her cervix. She cries out, and I reach over her head to unbind her hands. They come to my shoulders, and she holds on. Her eyes remain wide. She’s not finished with me, which is good because I’m far from being done with her body for the night. I withdraw from her completely and bend to remove her heels.
She watches me and slides across the sheets. “I want you again, Bray,” she says so softly in that sultry voice of hers.
“I haven’t had my fill of you either.”
I roll to my back and lift her atop my body. Her abs curl as she moves into position and takes my cock in her hands. It’s slippery from coming once already, but I’m ready to go again. Even over thirty, my body knows this is our woman, and it has only one task. Breed her and keep her.
She takes her time sliding down my cock, and I sit up so we’re chest to chest. Alexandra starts moving on me, and she’s like a gypsy dancer, twisting her hips in ways that make my eyes cross. She does this repeatedly until my balls pull up, but I’m not ready to come yet.
I lift her off and maneuver us until she’s on her knees. Pressing into her shoulders, I slam her pussy, hitting that deep spot that makes her wail. I retake control and work in and out of her until she ramps up again. My hand slides around her body, fingers flicking her clit. She screams my name as she explodes, and I thrust in deep and unload.
