Page 96 of Fly Back to Me
Traveling one hand to lay on my upper back, his fingers tangle in my swampy locks. He winds his wrist, fisting my slick hair before he straightens up, only to fuck me in the next breath.
Hard.
His fingers at my hip delve into the flesh, the slapping of his balls against my pussy ringing over the falling shower. My hands curl along the vinyl with the bite of each cruel smack, gripping an invisible handle as my rickety legs threaten to collapse.
Flames course through my veins, his large cock pounding into me until clusters of light dance in front of my hooded eyes. His palm in my hair slides to my throat, cupping it as his thumb kneads my pulse point.
Leaning forward, his hips fall into a sedated rhythm, a fusion of rain and sweat crushed between our skin. “That tight pussy of yours is strangling my cock,” he grates out.
A winded breath escapes me, his hand at my hip slipping behind my ass to land between my legs. My toes burrow into the muddy ground when his long fingers spread my delicate fold to the side. The last inch of his cock pushes forward, my lips parting on a pleasured whine as he stretches me to the hilt.
His plush lips graze the shell of my ear, a gratified smirk forming against it. “Yeah, that cock feels good, huh? Feeling how deep you can take me, knowing your pussy has never been properly broken in for a good fuck until now?”
My eyes flutter shut, body humming with oblivion. “Y-yes,” I breathe.
“I should slap this hot, little ass of yours for settling for boys,” he rasps, penetrating me in a steady melody.
I angle my head to the side, my sopping hair draping over one arm. His teeth lightly scrape my neck, his thrusts accelerating as his palm gently clutches my throat.
A subtle warning of the havoc he’s about to wreak on me.
“The fuck were you thinking, huh?” he grinds out, his pace increasing another notch. “Giving this perfect cunt up to someone who couldn’t appreciate every goddamn part of it. That’s bullshit.”
Every inch of intrusion blurs the last of the pain until it morphs into bliss. Euphoria erupts from my lower belly, blinding my vision before my eyes lazily roll toward the back of my head.
“No, no, no.” His palm on my throat glides up to lift my chin, his rhythm nearly idling. “Don’t tap out on me,” he rasps. “Ever since that night, you’ve been so empty between these legs. Aching for me to stuff you just like this. Just like I’ve been aching for you to be wrapped around me. Tell me I’m right.”
“Yes, so much,” I moan.
He pumps in and out with dexterity, shaking his head against me. “Don’t you dare quit on me. You really want to thank me, Olivia?”
His voice is a desperate breath, lined with gravel as I nod.
He slips his hand from my throat to my hip, his speed stealthily increasing until he’s making me pant for air. “Then sign this pussy over to me,” he breathes.
Incoherent mewls dribble from my mouth when he straightens to fuck me. Our whimpers thread with the pelting rain, his speed growing feral as each drive of his cock crumbles another millimeter of distance.
Every millimeter that’s separated us for so long.
Too long.
“Oh, your pussy is so fucking perfect,” he groans through smothered breaths. I yelp when he spanks the underside of my ass cheek, his palm gripping the skin for a second after. “Back that pretty ass up. Come on.”
A bolt of rapture strikes through my chest, my ass drivingback to meet his every drill. Every passionate slap of our wet skin coincides with our booming hearts, our tangled limbs quivering with the onset of the pleasured earthquake.
“Fuck yes, just like that. Just like that, baby.” Both his hands sink into my hips now, bobbing me up and down as I spew a string of whimpers. His wildness grows indecisive, and then he’s smacking one palm to the fence as he continues working one of my hips. “Feel every last inch of me, Olivia,” he breathes, his voice strangled. “So when you’re shattering all over my cock, it’s going to be impossible to forget what it feels like to bemine.”
His words trickle a violent shiver through me, my legs trembling as the tension in my belly unravels faster. He drives deeper at that sweet angle, my ass crashing into his pelvis as I hunt down the pinnacle.
“Oh, you’re such a good fucking girl,” he grunts, his palm on the PVC returning to my free hip. “Claim it, baby, let’s go.”
His voice drips with impatience, the pads of his fingers sinking into me like I’m his goddamn lifeline.
And he fucks me relentlessly.
Savagely.
Criminally.
