Page 12 of Red Snow
“Oh my god,” she says through ragged breaths.
“Yeah, we’re just getting started,” I tell her as I take off my sweater and toss it on the floor behind the couch. I let her catch her breath as she stares at my muscles and tattoos. Her eyes go wide like she’s seeing something that she didn’t think existed before tonight, and I stand up to let her get a full view. Slowly, I unfasten my pants and slide them down, making sure to pull of my boxer briefs at the same time. If her eyes were wide before, they look like they’re about to fall out of the sockets now. It’s like the rest of my body doesn’t even exist. Her eyes are glued to my dick. While she stares, I grab a Magnum condom from my pants pocket and slip it on. I give her a minute to take it all in and prepare herself before I move forward, snatch off her panties, and push her dress up to her waist.
“You don’t want me to take it off?” she asks.
“No questions,” I reply. “I got this.”
She smiles from ear to ear. “Okay.”
I grab Brandi by the waist and force her to kneel on the floor and turnaround. She places her arms on the couch cushions while I rub her clit from behind with the tip of my cock. I hear her gasping for breath like she’s drowning and then take one big breath when I push myself into her.
“Oh fuck!” she exclaims as I start stroking.
I start off slow at first. Slow and long. Every inch in, every inch out. She feels all of it and moans with every movement.
“Goddamn that feels good,” she tells me, but her mouth is pressed into the couch so I can barely hear it. Regardless, I love the way it sounds and I stroke her harder so I can hear it again.
I start to hear my body smacking up against hers as I fuck her harder and harder. She screams like she’s being murdered, although I can tell she’s trying not to let it get too out of control. She’s trying to hold it in, but I’m forcing it out. I want to hear it all. I want her screams bouncing off the walls and pissing off my neighbors. I want her shrieks shocking the fuck out of people walking on the sidewalk outside. I want her fucking throat sore for the next week.
“I want to hear it, Brandi,” I command as I fuck her from behind. She still tries to hold it in, so I lick my fingers and lean forward.
With my stomach pressed against her back, I reach under her and press her clit with my fingers. She gasps, and I start rubbing her clit while I pound her pussy at the same time. Her body tightens and she clenches the couch with her hands as she shoves her face into the cushions to muffle the screams. She howls uncontrollably as I pound her. Sweat starts to drip from my face as I keep going because I know she’s close again. Her hands are clenched tight and she’s struggling to stay in this position. Her legs start to straighten out, but I grab ahold of her hips and thrust into her hard and deep, pulling screams from her.
“Come on, you know what I want,” I tell her as I keep going, refusing to quit until she comes again. “Give it to me, Brandi. I want it all over my cock. Give it to me.”
I raise my hand and slap her ass with my palm. The sound echoes and she screams from the impact before she shrieks from coming a second time. Her toes curl and her body quivers against her will as she slides off the couch onto the floor, forcing me out of her.
“What the fucking fuck!” she mutters, panting. “I’ve never come that hard in my entire life. My fucking toes are cramping up. Ugh.” I watch as she grabs one of her feet and actually pulls her toes up to unclench them. I try to fight the smile, but it takes over my face anyway. “Oh, you’re loving this aren’t you?”
“Fucking right,” I admit, unashamed. “When you leave here, I want you to know without even the smallest doubt that you will never forget me. Not ever. Other guys are all about themselves, I’m all about giving you the best night you’ve ever had.”
“Well, you’re on the right track, that’s for sure,” she says, still breathing hard as she lays on the floor in front of the couch.
I let out a light chuckle as I move closer to her again. “Well, it’s not over yet.”
“Good.”
She smiles as I position my body between her legs and lift them in the air, letting them come down and find a home on my broad shoulders. I look down on her as she locks eyes with me and I grab ahold of my thick cock, sliding inside of her again. This time, I don’t bother starting slow. The sound and look of her coming is too beautiful to wait for. I want to hear it, I want to feel it again.
I thrust in and out of her with long, powerful strokes that rock her body forward and send the sound of our skin smacking into the air. She moans so beautifully as she closes her eyes and furrows her brow. I lean back and grab her legs, fucking her hard while I watch her face shift and move to my every stroke. It’s like I’m a music conductor and her pleasure is my orchestra. I control it. It moves when I say so and to my whim. She’s under my complete control, and I demand another orgasm.
I fuck the way a real man is supposed to—like nothing in the world is more important than being un-fucking-believable to the woman I’m giving it to. I fuck like if I don’t make her come, my goddamn heart will stop. I fuck like a machine with an infinite battery, like I’m trying to engrave her brain with eternal memories of my cock. I fuck her like I’m possessed. I pound in and out of her pussy over and over again and watch as her chest, neck, and face turn bright red as she comes for me a third time. Her face twists into a picture of beautiful agony as she clenches her eyes shut and lets the scream pour out of her mouth. Veins reveal themselves in her neck and her juices spread all over me and even splash onto the hardwood floor as I continue stroking until my own orgasm rocks my body. I squeeze her legs and grunt as the sensation courses through my limbs and I finally relent and fall to the floor next to her.
“You,” she starts to say, but she has to cut it short so she can catch her breath. “You are unreal. Un-fucking-real. Wow. Ugh, my fucking toes again.”
I smile to myself as she smacks her foot like she’s trying to wake it up before slowly pulling her toes up. She manages to get them to relax, then falls back onto the floor next to me.
Everything in me intends to get up off this floor, but I’m worn out. Pleasing her has taken everything out of me, and my eyes close all on their own. My breathing catches a rhythm, and before I know it, both of us are asleep right on top of the hardwood floor.
