Page 60 of Infatuated as They Come
My hands stayed there on her ass, keeping her cheeks spread as I pumped her full of cock, giving her every single inch of me and making sure I hit that spot deep, deep inside of her. That spot that always had her crying out for me. I was determined to make her see heaven despite her being a brat all fucking night.
“Does that feel good?” I asked. When she said nothing, I slid almost all of my cock out of her, her eyes snapping open as she reached a hand behind her, eagerly trying to grab at me. “I asked you a question.”
“Yes,” she let out. “Feels so… Feels so good, Sawyer. Please, please, please, I need it. Need you. Please, need you so bad.”
“Yeah, those brains cells are all fuckin’ gone.”
I gave her what she wanted and pushed back into her, stretching her out and filling her up and savoring that perfect feeling of her pussy wrapped around me. The noises and her pretty face and her in nothing but that damn skirt were all pushing me closer to the edge, and it was taking everything in me to keep a lid on my control. Her whines were getting louder and I knew she was close, that very soon she’d be coming undone for me right then and there.
“Sounds like you’re not mad at me anymore,” I said as I thrusted in and out of her. “Or do you still wanna fight?”
“N-no,” Holly whimpered. “Don’t… Don’t wanna fight.”
“Because if you wanna fight, we can go back to that. You can wear this little skirt all night and yell at me if it’ll make you feel better.”
She whimpered, her fingers gripping at the sheets below her. “Idon’t… Mm, I don’t wanna fight.”
“Say you’re sorry.”
She gasped. “But I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I thought you didn’t wanna fight.”
“I don’t!”
“Then say you’re sorry.”
“For what?”
“For being a fucking brat.”
“But—”
All I had to do was pull out that teeniest, tiniest little bit for her to desperately reach a hand back behind her, her perfectly manicured nails scratching at the sleeve of my shirt.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she chanted.
“Sorry for what?”
“For being a brat,” she said, clawing at my shirt. “Please, I’m sorry, Sawyer. Please, I want it, I want you, I need it, need you inside me.Please.”
“Aw, I can’t say no to you,” I cooed, sliding back inside her and watching as her pretty eyes fluttered shut. “And my spoiled little princess always gets what she wants, huh?”
I was aching to cum, but I needed her to get there first. I always did. Fingers kneading at her ass, I pushed into her deep, as deep as I could go, until she was feeling every last inch of me and my balls were pressed up against her soft, wet pussy.
“Sawyer.” She gasped sharply suddenly, her hands and legs shaking as I kept her steady. Face still turned to me, she whined against the mattress. “Feels so… Feels so good. Mm, Sawyer, please. Please, please, please, I’m so—” Her words just trailed off into a loud cry, her body trembling from top to bottom as I felt her gush around me.
“Good fuckin’ girl,” I said, teeth gritted as I watched her come undone on my cock. “Just like that. Fucking give it to me. Look at you. Look at that pretty face. You’re so fucking wet, baby. Do you like fighting with me that much? Hm? Bet you used to get like this every time we went at it. You shoulda told me. I would have helped you out.”
She was clenching at my cock and I hissed at the feeling, twitching inside of her as she lost it for me. Eyes rolling into the back of her head, flushed cheeks, lips parted to let out cry after cry, little skirt pushed all the way up. So fucking beautiful. Too beautiful, really, because the next thing I knew, I was pulling out and pushing into her deep as I lost all control, both my hands squeezing at Holly’s ass as I shot out load after load, with nothing but that thin barrier of the condom in the way.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I managed to chant out, my brain borderline short circuiting at how good her pussy felt around my cock.
She was panting below me as I stayed inside of her, not ready to pull out—fuck, I was never ready to pull out of her. My body felt completely drained as I rested against her, my chest to her back as she took in shaky, shallow breaths.
“You okay, honey?” I asked. One hand gripped at her waist softly, my lips pressing a trail of kisses to her shoulder. “Are you alright?”
She panted below me. “Just need a second. We’ve… We’ve never done that in the middle of arguing…”
