Page 58 of Man Vs. Woman
With that, he pulls me up to my feet and, grabbing me by the hips, forces me to turn around and pushes me against the wall. With my back against his chest, I can do nothing but moan as I feel his cock pressing against my ass, the fabric of my thong the only layer of clothing between the two of us.
Not for long, though.
First, he takes care of my bra, unclasping it with one hand. Then, pulling my thong against my outer thigh, he simply rips it out of me. I guess that I’ll have to buy some new clothes if we keep going at it like this.
Not that I’m complaining, mind you.
“Oh, I like this, Serena,” Colt growls into my ear as he moves one hand around my waist, his long fingers caressing my pussy. “I love how wet you are,” he continues, raising his now wet fingers and taking them up to my mouth. Without even thinking twice, I part my lips for him and then suck his fingers dry, my whole body burning as I feel my own taste coating my tongue.
“And I love that hard cock of yours,” I say, pushing my ass against it and trapping it between my cheeks. “So why don’t you give it to me right now?”
“A woman that knows what she wants. I like that,” he replies, grabbing his cock with one hand and pushing it down until it’s against my pussy.
And then, just like that, he goes in.
Driving his cock home, the whole 12 inches of it, he starts biting on my neck, pulling at my skin with his teeth. He keeps on slamming into me as he does it, the sound of his hips slapping my ass cheeks echoing throughout the whole apartment. An apartment that I haven’t even glanced at—it could be a luxurious one, a normal one, or just a ramshackle...honestly, I couldn’t give any less of a fuck.
All I want and care about right now is Colt.
“Harder,” I beg of him, pushing back harder against him. He does the same, thrusting so hard into me that I have no other option but to let out a scream high enough for the whole of Clarendon Tower to hear.
“Harder it is then.”
He ups his pace so much that my brain can barely register his movements. My pussy feels as if it is on fire, my brain feels as if it is about to explode, and my -
“FUCK!” I scream as loud as I can, a violent orgasm wrapping itself around each and every one of my nerve endings. It takes over me like a wildfire would do a stack of hay, burning me to the ground and turning me into ash.
But we’re not done yet, are we?
“Lay down,” I tell Colt, pushing his cock out of me and turning around. He grins at me, takes the rest of his clothing in a matter of seconds, and then just lays down on the floor, hunger flashing in his eyes. “Good boy,” I grin back as I climb on top of my him, my knees resting on either side of his waist. “Enjoy the ride.”
Grabbing his cock, I point it upward and then slide it inside my pussy, a column of fire going from between to my thighs, up my spine, and incinerating everything inside my skull.
I ride him as if tomorrow will never come, each of my movements leading up to one final orgasm, one that I’m not sure if I’ll survive. But I don’t care about that right now. All I care about is feeling that sweet pleasure coursing through my veins, stronger than any drug could ever be.
“Fuck, baby,” Colt growls, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks as he thrusts upward so hard that he lifts me off the floor. I feel it then, my pussy tightening as his cock starts spasming. Arching my back, I moan hard as we both come at the same time, a blanket of electricity wrapping itself around us both. We remain like that for God knows how long, Colt filling my aching pussy with all of his cum, so much that I feel it spill out of me and trickle down my thighs.
It almost feels like I’ve died and gone to Heaven.
“Oh my God,” I breath out as I roll to the side, sprawling myself on the floor. “This was—”
“Fucking amazing, I know.”
“It was.”
Turning my head to the side, I offer him a smile and reach for his hand, lacing my fingers on his. I think of something to say, but I end up remaining in silence.
I don’t want to spoil the moment.
Right here, right now, I feel happier than I’ve ever been. And that’s saying something, isn’t it? Because it doesn’t feel like this is just about the sex anymore…
It feels like I’m falling in love.
