Page 100 of Enemy
As delicious as he looks in this position, I need more leverage, more control, so I roll him off me, and before he’s able to question me, I’m over him, pushing his legs up, as if he were a turkey I’m about to stuff.
The sight of his crack sends a fiery trail down my back. His hole’s swollen from milking my dick, slick with lube and my juices, and winking as if it were inviting me back in. A part of me that’s so new and unfamiliar wants to French kiss that hole, but I can’t deny myself any longer and release some spit onto it.
Clyde shivers, and the gasp he makes turns into a low moan when I touch my cock to his opening, rubbing the spit in.
“I’m going to fill you with my babies.”
For a moment, he seems lost, but then I push my cockhead in and he lets out a helpless whine, pawing at my forearms. “Yes. Fuck yes. Don’t pull out until you pump me full of cum.”
“Wouldn’t fucking dream of it,” I say through my teeth, sinking into him until his ass has taken all of me. With his knees on my shoulders, I pull back. Each inch is simultaneously pleasure and agony, but when I snap my hips, thrusting back in, my man rewards me with a broken moan that’s reminiscent of a sob. He’s so damn beautiful like this, damp hair scattered in a halo around his face, face pink from exertion, eyes dark and unfocused yet seekingme. And that’s when I finally choke it out.
“I love you too.”
Clyde’s face contorts, he bites his bottom lip, but he can’t stop it. Two fat tears roll down his eyelashes and slide down his cheeks. He punches my chest without much force. “Fucker. Of course you have to say it when you’re balls deep, and I’m defenseless.” He sniffs, mouth trembling.
The tension in my chest eases as I move inside him, watching his handsome face. “Never claimed to be good with feelings. I’m actually awful at them, but with you, they just come.”
“Something else bettercomesoon.”
My breath hitches when he squeezes his ass on my cock. His wish is my command. I love how greedy he is for my cum. That he loves to swallow and lick it so shamelessly. It’s the most erotic thing, and I now have it promised to me. My ring is on his finger.
I pull back to slam right back in, hoping it’s the right angle for his prostate. The low moan of pleasure tells me it just might be, so I pick up the pace as Clyde’s hands reach for my neck. He doesn’t squeeze, just holds them there possessively.
“I’m going to flood you, you hear me?” I tell him, staring into his blue eyes while our bodies snap together over and over. “And then, in an hour’s time, I’m going to ride you again. You’re mine now. You’ll have no peace with a hot body and face like that.”
“Yes. Yours. Fuck me like that,” he utters, eyes rolling back. He holds back no moans in my grip, and I ride him like there’s no tomorrow, because fuck knows if there is one. All that matters is what the two of us have right now.
He’s so tight, so hot, and I’m so close. I pound into him, watching every miniscule change on his face, listening to the filth he whispers, but this time it’s a glance between our bodies, to his leaking dick that pushes me over the edge.
Dark pink, rigid, so fucking gorgeous. Every vein lickable, and that slit I can’t wait to tease again, either with my thumb or tongue.
I utter a series of grunts that echo in my head as I fuck my man, filling him with all the cum he needs. And while I soon get too damn sensitive, when I see Clyde jerking off, dazed eyes staring up at me, I keep fucking him, just because I know he loves how it feels.
“Take it.”
He nods, looking out of it, a sheen of sweat on his face. “Fuck. Yes. All of it. The whole load.”
And then he comes, his ass clenching so hard it feels like I’m coming again. I groan out my joy while he aims his dick at my chest, splashing me with his hot cum, and watching the show as if it’s his personal porn. Some even lands on my neck and chin, then drips right back down on him in sticky droplets.
I pull out, because my cock needs rest, but I dive right down, sucking the cum from his chest, then licking my way up, to his delicious lips. They are the best I’ve had.
We collapse, slotting together despite the cum making both of us sticky. Oh well, we’ll have a quick wash later anyway.
“You’re so damn addictive.”
Clyde’s arms are around me in an instant, but his eyelids are drooping now that he’s gotten the arousal out of his system. “Say it again.”
“That you’re addictive?”
“No. That you love me.” He kisses me with sweet tenderness, so unlike the dirty talk from moments ago.
A smile pulls on my lips, and I rest on my side, holding him in a loose embrace. “I love you.”
I should feel more self-conscious saying something so mushy, but I don’t. It comes straight from the heart.
The smile I get in return, along with a little shove makes him look so serene. Like we’re in one of those movies where the wife dies, and this is a flashback to the good times before. “I’m loving sex with you,” he says, and I swear my ego is now so bloated it fills the whole room.
“This was only the second time we did that. Leave me space for improvement,” I say and stroke his cheekbone with my thumb.
