Page 44 of Broken Headboards
“Yes, ma’am,” I smirk and capture her mouth, bending her knee up to position my dick directly in front of her.
“Fuck,” I moan when I slide into her.
“Oh my God,” she wraps her arms around my neck, digging her nails into my back.
I pull out, slowly, and slam back into her.
“Yes, yes!” she says. “Harder.”
I thrust into her, harder and deeper, pushing her knee up so I can angle my dick against her spot.
The warmth and wetness of her pussy envelops me greedily. Every time I grind into her my body shivers, a hot spike of ecstasy fraying my nerves. I feel like I’m fucking high, her underneath me is the biggest rush of adrenaline…no, it’s not just adrenaline. It’s fuckingpleasure. Best I’ve ever had. I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.
I kiss her passionately and she pulls me down, molding our lips together.
“Ahhh, Austin.” she takes a breath. It’s heated and full, and it moistens my lips. I bite her lip, pulling it my mouth and simultaneously plunge my dick into her.
“You’re so fucking tight.” I clench my jaw. “You feel so damn good.”
She tightens her hold on me and thrust in and out of her faster. I feel her muscles still and breathing hitch every time I hit her spot.
“Oh my God,” she yells against my mouth.
“Cum for me, cum for me hard,” I command her.
I slow down, wanting her to feel every curve of my dick against her sweet, plush walls and she lets out a slow moan.
Then, I pound back into her, fucking her harder and faster than she requested.
“Yes, yes! Austin!” she screams and her body twitches.
My balls begin to harden when her pussy squeezes me, tightening and releasing its grip in quick succession.
“Cum with me,” she moans while staring into my eyes.
My groin brushes against her clit and she explodes around me. I pump into her, igniting my orgasm. The sharp jolt of pleasure sears through me, tearing into my muscles, and I burst, releasing every ounce of cum I’ve ever fucking produced in my life.
I swear to fucking God.
Our breathing is haggard, heavy and intense. But we slowly fall together, our pants becoming one.
My vision clears, and she comes back into focus, her lips curving into a satisfied grin.
I brush the loose hair from her face.
“I like dancing with you,” I say in a hushed tone.
“It’s definitely better than dancing alone.” she winks.
“Enemies make the best dance partners, don’t they?” I ask her with a grin.
“Enemies make better lovers apparently,” she replies, breathing hard.
I’m smiling at her, but inside I’m dying.
Because tonight we’re lovers.
But tomorrow?
We’re back to being enemies again.
