Page 73 of Revive
“You’re so fucking horny for it, aren’t you? Taking my cock like a proper greedy slut.”
He slid a hand around her so the heel of his hand rode over her clit, while his fingers scissored around his thrusting cock. Damn. He liked feeling himself sliding in and out of her.
“Want you to come, Alle. You’re going to do that for me, aren’t you? You’re going to scream my name to the wind, aren’t you?”
He continued to bruise her clit, refusing to let up, despite her squirming or the increasingly shrill nature of her cries.
“Need you to come all over me. Need you to get me properly wet.”
In her right mind, she might have asked why.
As it was, she obligingly screamed his name, while her body clutched tight to his cock.
“Yes! Fuck me, Spook. Oh, fuck me!”
“Good girl,” he hissed back, his thrusts becoming frantic as she exploded under him, howling out her release in a way that would definitely have brought people running if they’d been around to hear her.
Spent, she sagged forward, done in. Her legs jellified, muscles limp, face dirty and her tits now kissing the cold earth.
Spook loosened the restraints and let her have a moment to massage her wrists before telling her, “We’re not done yet.”
She was conveniently gaping at him when he grasped her by the hair and forced his cock into her mouth.
Her protest vibrated around his cock. He ignored it in favour of jerking her back and forth along his length, until there was saliva everywhere, and her eye make-up rained black rivulets down her cheeks and all over him.
“That’s it, precious. How would you like to swallow my come?”
She nodded her agreement as best she could.
“You want it? You want my come?”
He’d never seen anyone plead so eloquently with their eyes.
“You might even deserve it. Just one hitch. There’s a bit of you that still hasn’t felt me yet.”
He pulled out of her mouth, toppled her onto her back amid the loose scree, and wrenched her legs upright, high in the air, before shoving himself into her pussy again. He stayed for a few blissful strokes, before dragging the crown of his cock along her sopping channel, and butted it up against her still puffy clit, then against her arsehole.
Well, when it was presented so beautifully.
“Oh!” she groaned good and deep.
That’s right. Oh, indeed.
She squealed as he coaxed her pucker to relent. Then squealed again when he sank his cock inside her.
He held back from slamming into her. Her arse was hot and tight, and he was running too close to the edge to risk it. He wasn’t ready to come yet.
Not yet.
Soon.
But not yet.
“Didn’t I tell you that you were mine?”
“I am. I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”
She crossed her legs, which made the grip of her channel around him tighter.
