Page 50 of Open Secrets
“Then fuck me,” Maria whispers, voice raw and torn open. “Now.”
I shove my shorts down, finally freeing myself. My cock’s so hard it hurts, swollen and slick at the tip from how long I’ve been grinding against the carpet. She grips me, stroking me once, and my whole body jerks again.
Then she pulls me to her, guiding me where she’s wet and open.
The second I push in, everything else blanks.
Hot. Tight. Wet. The kind of grip that makes my eyes slam shut for half a beat. Her cunt clamps around me like she’s never taken me before, like eighteen years haven’t already written me into her body.
Every damn time it’s like this. Like the first time in the back seat of my old Ford, fumbling with buttons, her legs shaking, me scared I’d come too fast to even make it count. My hands were clumsy, her laugh was nervous, and I still thought I’d never feel anything better.
And I was right. Even now, nearly three decades later, sliding inside her makes me feel that same stupid rush — like I’m a kid again, desperate and greedy, finally getting what I’d been dying for.
“Fuck,” I groan, forehead pressed to hers. “Every time, Maria. Every fucking time it feels brand new.”
She gasps, nails clawing down my back as I bottom out, buried to the hilt. Her walls flutter around me, squeezing, pulling me deeper when there’s nowhere left to go.
I grit my teeth, trying not to lose it. The heat, the pressure, the way her body moulds to mine — it’s too much. My cock throbs inside her, every pulse rubbing against slick walls that don’t want to let me go.
Her breath fans hot against my ear. “Then don’t hold back. Not tonight.”
I pull almost all the way out, her muscles dragging along me, then slam back into her, the slap of skin on skin loud in the room. She cries out, no neighbours in her mind now, no hesitation. Just raw sound.
And I keep moving, because this is ours. Always has been.
I pull back and slam into her again. The sound of it cracks through the room — wet, heavy, skin smacking skin. Her body jerks under me, a cry ripping out of her throat, and I feel her nails dig into my ass.
I set a rhythm. Long, deep thrusts at first, grinding all the way in until my balls slap her ass, then pulling out slow so she feels every inch. Her cunt grips me on the way out like it’s trying to keep me inside, and it makes my cock throb so hard I almost lose control.
“Jesus, Maria,” I growl, bracing my forearms beside her head. My shoulders burn holding myself up, my thighs strain with every drive forward, but I don’t stop. I can’t.
She’s soaking me, slick and hot, and the carpet burns my knees raw as I keep slamming into her. Sweat drips off my forehead, splattering on her chest. My abs tighten with each thrust, every muscle in me working like I’m back on the training field, except this is the only mission that’s ever mattered.
Her legs hook around my waist, heels digging into my lower back, dragging me in deeper. The new angle makes her walls clamp down even harder, squeezing my cock like a fist. I groan into her neck, biting down just enough to hear her gasp.
I drive faster. Harder. The slap of our bodies fills the room, louder than her muffled moans, louder than my ragged breathing. My lungs burn, my cock swells, the base of my spine tightens until every nerve is lit up.
“Every time,” I grit out, pounding into her like I can’t stop. “Every fucking time feels like the first. Back of that car. You remember?”
Her head snaps back, eyes rolling as another cry tears out of her. “I remember,” she moans. “God, I remember—”
Her walls flutter again, pulling at me, milking me. I know she’s close. I can feel it in the way her body clenches, in the way her voice breaks.
I slam deeper, hips snapping with raw force, jaw clenched so tight my teeth hurt. The pressure builds sharp and fast — balls tight, cock swelling, every thrust harder to control.
I look down at her wrecked face, flushed and desperate, and I can’t stop the growl tearing out of my chest. “Come with me,” I demand. “Now.”
She’s screaming now, no hand over her mouth, no restraint — just raw, broken sounds that echo off the walls. Her pussy grips me so tight I can feel every twitch, every flutter, like she’s trying to drag me under with her.
“Lyle—fuck—I’m—” Her words snap off into a wail as she comes, her pussy clenching around my cock. I feel the gush of heat flood against me, her thighs shaking, her nails digging furrows into my shoulders.
That does it. The pressure that’s been clawing at my spine finally blows. My cock jerks inside her, thick pulses ripping through me. Cum floods out in hard, hot spurts, spilling deep into her while my hips keep driving, grinding her down into the carpet.
“Fuck—Maria—” The sound tears out of me, half growl, half groan. My body convulses, every nerve firing at once. My thighs lock, my stomach clenches, and I empty myself inside her until there’s nothing left but aftershocks.
I collapse on top of her, chest heaving, heart pounding like a jackhammer. Her skin is slick against mine, her breath hot and fast in my ear. Her cunt still flutters around me, squeezing me weakly with every aftershock, milking the last drops out of me.
We stay like that, tangled on the floor, sweat cooling on our skin, the room thick with the smell of sex. My cock still buried in her, softening slowly, her legs loose around my waist.
