Page 171 of Through My Window
“Beg me to fuck you, Witch.” She gives me a mischievous smile.
“What if I don’t?”
“You’ll go back to that party wet and unsatisfied,” I tell her. She bites my lower lip.
“You’ll suffer too.”
I step back from her and unbutton my pants.
“No.”
“Are you giving up?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. I shake my head, letting my pants fall to the floor along with my boxers, and begin to touch myself. Her hungry eyes look at me with desire. I brush against her wet entrance but don’t penetrate her, and I step back.
She opens her mouth to protest but then closes it again, fighting with all her being. She doesn’t want to lose. I’ll make it harder for her then. I begin to play between her legs, her wetness slipping from my fingers, and she closes her eyes, moaning.
“Beg me, Witch.” She shakes her head.
“I . . . Oh, Ares.”
“I know you want to beg me,” I murmur, moving my fingers faster. “I know you want to feel me inside you, fucking you, hard, over and over again.”
I know she likes it when I talk to her like this. It turns her on, and I’m crazy about her reaction to my words. I kiss her again, using my tongue inside her mouth to let her know how much I want her. A single plea from her will be enough for me to bury myself in her and end this torture. When we separate to breathe, she removes my hand from her wetness and with wide eyes says it.
“Please fuck me, Ares.” Her words send a current of desire coursing down my body to my manhood.
“Say it again,” I demand. She puts her hands around my neck and whispers in my ear.
“Please fuck me hard, Ares.”
She doesn’t have to ask again. I grab her waist and pull her to me, her legs around my hips. I thrust into her with a single move, and a choked cry leaves her lips. She’s so hot and wet that the sensation leaves me motionless for a moment.
I recover and attack her neck, beginning to move quickly in and out of her. Raquel leans back, supporting herself with her arms behind her.
“Oh God, yes, Ares, I love it, more, please.”
I hold on to her hips to speed up the rhythm. I can see everything and that turns me on. I’m a visual man, so I love positions where I can see everything.
Raquel moans uncontrollably.
“That’s the way you like it, huh? Hard?” She keeps moaning. “You’re mine, Raquel,” I tell her, “and I’m fucking yours.”
“Yes!” She grabs my neck again, and her hands move down my back until I feel her nails digging into my skin. “Faster!” she pleads, and I growl with desire, obeying.
Nibbling on her neck, I keep moving, feeling her completely. I bury myself and lose myself in her. I squeeze her hips so hard that she winces, though I know she loves to make me lose control.
My rhythm grows relentless and fast, and I can feel her getting even wetter. Her orgasm is getting closer and that only brings me closer to mine. Her moans become even louder. Her words bolder and more sexual, and that’s all I need to come inside her, with her. Our orgasms rage, leaving us breathless and in absolute pleasure.
I rest my forehead on hers. Her eyes are closed.
“Raquel.” She opens her eyes and looks at me and then it happens, that big difference, that connection that burns between the two of us. “I love you so much.” The words leave my mouth, she always makes me so cheesy.
“I love you, too, Greek God,” she says breathlessly.
We get dressed and walk out into the lonely hallway back to the gym, where prom is still in full swing. Raquel walks awkwardly and uncomfortably, and a smirk dances on my lips. She notices and furrows her brows.
“Enjoy it, you idiot.”
I play innocent. “What’s wrong? Can’t you walk?”
