Page 32 of Broken Headboards
I thrust deeper into her, probing the depths of her fucking pussy, where I’m sure no man’s gone before.
But, she stops me, kicking my chest back, and pushing me on my heels.
She stands up and stalks towards me, shoving me down onto my leather sofa. Straddling me, she lowers herself onto my cock and swivel her hips in an agonizing motion.
“Fuck, Tess,” I groan.
She leans forward, and nibbles my ear, pulling my earlobe between her teeth.
“You like a woman on top, right? You should get used to this feeling,” she slams down on me and moans loudly in my ear.
“Fuck,” I growl and grab her hips, meeting her thrusts.
We fall into a heavy, intense rhythm, our breaths staggered with sweat forming at our hairlines.
“Yes…” She throws her head back and I lean forward kissing her neck and chest.
I won’t let it end this way.
She might’ve won the first round, but I will win the second.
I grab her ass, lift her up and throw her on the cushions beside us, plowing into her before she can interject.
“I will always win,” I grunt against the crux of her neck.
I feel her orgasm building, the spasms in her muscles pulsing against mine. Her pussy clenches around me and my balls tighten.
“Fuck…”
“Austin!”
I thrust into her harder and she cums. Her body thrashing underneath me, shivering from the waves of pleasure rushing through her. The sensation of her pussy milking me pushes me to edge and my muscles still. I explode, emptying everything I have in her.
“That’s how you dominate a game, baby,” I declare.
She huffs and pushes me out of her.
“Soreloser?” I tease, I’m knows she’s feeling it regardless.
She stands up, smoothing down her skirt and straightening her hair.
“You wish,” she quips back as she walks over to her purse, pulling out a mirror to reapply her lipstick.
“I think the correct words are,Thank You, Austin,”I raise my tone to mimic hers.
She smiles, tightly, but doesn’t say anything, instead she proceeds to close the lipstick and throw it in her bag.
She walks to my door and opens it, glancing back before she walks through it.
“At least you’ve made this game a lot more interesting. But, next round, don’t disappoint me,” she jabs.
“Until next round, Tess,” I say slowly.
She hasn’t seen what a real fucking feels like.
