Page 13 of Wreckage of My Life
“How do you take this off?” I pull on the spandex bra covering her tits, and she yelps when it snaps back. I watch in fascination when she crosses her arms over her chest and pulls it off like a top. She could actually just wear that as one of these crop tops women wear now.
“It’s off,” she points out the obvious, but my brain is flooded with all the things I want to do to her, to her perfect tits.
I slide my hands underneath and push them up, my thumbs going over her sensitive nipples. I drop my head to one of them and start sucking, pulling half her breast into my mouth, making her head fall back against the wall with a soft thud.
“That’s so good,” she whimpers, digging her hands into my hair to keep me there. My ball cap falls somewhere to the floor.
I want to snatch my head away, order her not to touch me like that. I never allow the club whores to touch me in any sort of intimate way. Then again, I don’t kiss them, and when I play with their tits, it’s pretty short lived. I don’t understand why it’s so different with this girl.
My mind wanders, almost making me laugh. I never asked for her name, I am reminded once again, and I would’ve remembered had she told me. She doesn’t strike me as the type of girl who engages in one night stands with strangers like this. Not that I haven’t been wrong about pussy before. Hence, the kid I am suddenly saddled with.
“Should we move to the bed?”
I don’t like talking when I fuck either. But since we are not fucking just yet, I’ll allow it.
I bring my head up from her breast, not before grabbing her other nipple in a long and deep suck. My hands go to her shorts, making quick work of undoing the button and zipper, and push them down her legs. She’s got some legs on her too, to match her tits, I decide. The thong she’s got on is sexy in how simple it is. Just plain cotton. Yellow, I chuckle. I’m used to black or red lace. I haven’t seen cotton panties in a while. And yellow.
She is naked now, breathing hard and watching me with lust coating her gaze. I feel it all the way into my dick.
She leans back against the wall and spreads her legs a little wider. My hand goes to her pussy, running my fingers through the neatly trimmed hair there. I normally like them bare. What’s the point of playing with a pussy you can’t see? I dive three of my fingers straight up her channel, not wasting time to see if she’s ready for it or not. But she is, she so is.
The loud and long moan she lets out echoes through the room when I start pumping in and out of her, loving how her walls tighten around my hand with each thrust. The girl is desperate for dick, I decide.
With sure moves, I pull my hand out and turn her around to face the wall, moving so fast, she doesn’t have time to react. Her hands slap the wall when the momentum makes her face plant into it. I grab her hips to pull her back a little, making sure to run my hands over her round globes. The skin there is so incredibly soft, and I love the way her back arches, begging for more attention.
I take a few seconds to grab a condom from my back pocket, making quick work of undoing my jeans, then pulling them down along with my underwear to slide it over my cock. It is hard and angry looking at my touch, knowing what’s coming.
I haven’t been this turned on in a very long time, I realize with a start. Pussy is so easy to come by at the club, it’s a given that I can get laid anytime I feel like. I don’t venture for sex outside the club very often. Maybe I should if this is the rush I can get from it.
I line my cock with her pussy from behind, enjoying the way it disappears in between the globes of her ass. My hands are on her hips, and I am just about to slam into her when I lift my eyes only to meet hers. She is staring at me over her shoulder, pupils dilated and lips wet from running her tongue over them.
“What are you waiting for?” she breathes, and I push in, sliding all the way to the goddamn front wall of her pussy in one smooth move. She is so wet, there’s hardly any friction in spite of how tight her pussy is.
Her eyes close even though she’s trying really hard to hold my gaze, which never wavers. When her head falls forward to rest against the wall, my left hand shoots up, grabbing her by the hair and turning her so that I can see her face.
“Look at me when I fuck you,” I growl right before my tongue dives into her mouth. Why I have this need to kiss her, I don’t understand, and I hate her for it.
That’s how I fuck her too, with hate, a lot of it.
She has a hard time keeping her eyes open, but her mouth moves under mine, her hips meeting my every thrust.
I hate how good fucking her feels. Sex for me is just a biological need, one that I indulge in often. I never look for anything serious, and I hope to fuck she is not expecting a relationship out of this. Then I remember that she’s not from around here and relax. My cock gets harder yet as I continue to pound into her.
I let go of her mouth, grab her hand off the wall and stick two of her fingers into my mouth, running my tongue around them and sucking hard, making her moan. Her hips buckle under mine with more force, pushing her ass against my groin.
I pop her fingers out just long enough to whisper in her ear, “Make yourself come.” I then take her hand and place her wet fingers right over her clit. I apply pressure when she seems lost to my command, and she jumps in surprise.
“Oh my god,” she whimpers, and I push harder, then force the pads of her fingers to circle her clit, make herself feel good. From her shocked reaction, I can only assume that nobody’s made her pleasure herself while fucking her before.
“Make yourself come,” I repeat into her ear, and she’s finally moving her fingers of her own volition. “Like that,” I encourage her when she gets braver and lets out a soft whimper. Her forehead is pressed against the wall, eyes squeezed shot. “So hot,” I continue whispering in her ear, urging her on. “You are so hot.”
I feel the walls of her pussy tightening more around my cock, finally starting to milk me the way I need it. With both hands on her hips, I start thrusting in and out of her while I continue to praise her, which in turn makes her move her fingers faster over her clit.
Her head falls back, and I am mesmerized by her long hair hanging between us like that. The tips of it almost touches my cock as it goes in and out of her, and I’m pretty sure the sensation is going to kill me if I don’t put a stop to it.
“Fuckin’ come,” I grunt and push in hard, holding her ass flush against me, my hand going to her pussy where her fingers are still hard at work. I push them out of the way and take over because that’s obviously not working out. This girl has some things to learn, I decide.
I bring my fingers up to lick them and make them wet, then go back to working her over until she’s finally there. And it’s a thing of beauty.
