Page 94 of Pour Decisions
“That’s funny,” she said, angling her head to look over her shoulder at me. “I distinctly recall you saying you were going todestroy my pretty little cunt. So get to work.”
And who the fuck was I to say no to an offer like that?
Before I’d really thought it through, my hand shot out and smacked her ass. Instantly, her skin reddened in the shape of my palm. I was about to apologize when she said, “Do that again.”
“You liked that?”
“Find out for yourself.”
I brought my other palm down on the other cheek, and she dropped her head, moaning loudly. I reached between her legs, delivering a light slap to her pussy, and the moan grew in volume.
“Fuck,” I marveled. “You are…everything.”
I gripped my cock at the base and pumped it roughly until it fully stiffened in my hand. I scooted forward until the head brushed her flesh. “Tilt your hips for me, love.”
She obeyed, her pelvis angling to right where I needed her, and I roughly shoved inside. Delia’s head rose, back arching on another moan.
“Rough, QB,” she gasped. “Manhandle me.”
My hands latched onto her hips hard enough that I knew she’d have bruises tomorrow. She whimpered in pleasure, throwing her ass back to greet each of my forward thrusts. I gave myself over to my carnal desires, the desperation to fuck her hard spurring me on.
I’d never had an equal in the bedroom before. Never been with someone who allowed me to bring my fantasies to life, but that’s what Delia was doing for me. She met every punishing slap of my hips into her backside, her flesh rippling with each contact. Ireached down and wrapped her hair around my fist, pulling her head back, holding her in place as I used her body for my most basic needs. Her moans of encouragement pushed me further, and I was a fucking goner when she cried out as her orgasm snuck up on us both and tore her apart. My free hand slapped her ass again, and I made her feel every second of that pleasure as I relentlessly pumped her through it. Her body quaked, my hand in her hair the only thing keeping her upright.
Despite her pleas, I didn’t slow, and the climax rolled and rolled through her. My own once again gained steam, my cock almost painfully engorged as I pushed myself toward it.
This girl might very well kill me, but buried in her pussy was the best way I could think to go out.
“Come on my back, QB,” Delia managed to gasp out.
My thrusts slowed a fraction. “But—”
“You can blow inside me again later,” she said, breathing heavily as she turned her head to give me a saucy grin. Her hair was a wild mess from my hands. “Right now, I want you to paint my skin. Mark me.”
“You are fucking sinful, my girl,” I said through a groan, letting go of her hair to reach around and find her clit. She twitched against me, a breathy moan falling from her lips.
“Only for you.”
Helpless to resist giving her anything she wanted, I pulled free. Dropping my hand from her clit to the bed, I curved over her back. My other hand flew up and down my length, twisting and squeezing, imagining her mouth and her pussy around me. She rose up onto all fours to watch me, shifting the curtain of her hair out of the way.
“That’s it, baby,” she said, eyes wide with wonder and desire. “Come for me, QB.”
I let go with her words, coming in long spurts over the smooth, golden skin of her back. Fuck, this woman. I could do nothing but stare down at her in amazement, intensely satisfied by the sight of my desire decorating her naked flesh. I was struck by the urge to memorialize this moment, to brand it on my brain.
So I leaned over to get my phone off the nightstand, where I’d tossed it as I stripped earlier.
“What’re you doing?”
“You’re always taking photos of me,” I said as I snapped several in quick succession. “Now it’s my turn.”
“Owen!” she yelped, rising onto her knees and spinning toward me. “You can’t do that!”
“The hell I can’t,” I said, smirking at my phone, at the sexy photos now gracing my camera roll. “Damn, baby. That’s one for the spank bank.”
“You don’t need a spank bank,” she said, swiping for my phone, but I held it over my head and out of her reach. “You’ve got the real thing.”
Curving my palm around the back of her neck, I dipped my head and hauled her in for a kiss.
“You’re goddamn right.”
