Page 27 of Hostile Love
She starts panting and squeezes my dick. Hard. While my eyes roll from the pleasure, she lets go, latches onto my wrist, and manhandles me sideways.
I let her push me onto my back, scramble on her knees to straddle my hips, and stab her hands into the mattress at either side of my head.
It gives her a sense of control and turns me the fuck on. But it doesn’t mean I couldn’t flip her over in a heartbeat or won’t.
Her body arcs over me and tickly hair skims my shoulders when she lowers her face before mine.
“I said, I’m ready,baby,” she taunts, licking my bottom lip. “Show me how you played with the girls at university.”
My insides cringe, because screwing her in the same way is impossible.
They weren’t her.
“Are there a couple of girls waiting to join us?” I smirk, while roughly ripping her panties and positioning the crown of my dick at her pussy, teasing an entry.
She frowns, suddenly thoughtful. “Is that something you’d want?”
“Nope.”
“Okay…” she whispers, the sense of her relief lighting me up inside.
“And I’m not playing with you,” I announce, roughly grabbing her waist and tossing her onto the mattress, my mood turning feral. “This is real.”
I’m ready too and this won’t be anything like the meaningless sex I had in the past.
Flat on her ass, her head skims the foot of the bed and soft hair drapes over the edge. I mount her at speed, roughly shoving her knees apart and moving into position between her thighs.
Dropping my mouth to hers, I kiss her again, tasting what’s mine. My dick is painfully hard, and my hands are everywhere—squeezing her tits, stroking her thighs, and settling around her throat.
“I only want the best…” I nudge the head of my dick against her opening and hollow her cheeks with my fingers. “…and that’s you.”
Holding my breath, I plunge in balls deep and shiver when my name leaves her mouth in a gust of air.
Her obedient pussy welcomes me, all warm, tight, and slick. The walls clamp around my dick, giving it the best fucking hug of its life.
My heart rate goes through the roof and the slight hint of her cunt’s defiance to accept the fullness takes my breath away.
If I’m not careful, I’ll blow my load too soon and spoil the moment.
Concentrating, I grind my molars and do my best to control my violent, pounding rhythm. I want to take my time with her.
But holy fuck, it’s damn near impossible when she’s kissing me and groaning into my mouth.
Tingly vibrations hum through me, becoming unbearable every time her pussy welcomes me back in.
My balls tighten and I curse under my breath.
This feeling is priceless.
Just then, synced by body parts and horniness, she starts panting and trembling.
“That’s it…fuck…that’s it, Mat…God…” she cries out, digging her nails into my ass. “Keep going…”
Sweat mists my spine, the challenge not to cum yet nearly fucking killing me.
With her lips parted, they sweep across my cheek, chin, and lips. Hot breaths feather my face and her teeth graze as she unravels beneath me.
The sensation of her release is so powerful I feel an electric current run through me.
