Page 31 of Endurance
In a flash, I reach out and grab her hand, hauling her onto my lap. Our bodies snap together like two magnets that were once repelling each other and have now been flipped.
Her legs wrap around me and the heat of her centre warms my own as my dick jumps to life inside my trousers. The silk of her nightie bunches up around her thighs as she slices her hand roughly through my hair, catching on some tangles. She grabs hold of me like I’m her property and she’s going to claim me. My hands cup the nape of her neck as I roughly pull her face down toward me and connect our lips.
She angers me so much. She’s so loud and so brash and so fucking pushy!
I’m desperate to fuck this out with her.
How she can call herself fat is delusional. It’s incomprehensible. Unimaginable. She has the most beautiful body. I’ve fantasised about defiling it in about eighty different positions.
“This won’t be one night,” she pants, her forehead pressed to mine, her lips raw from my beard. “We have weeks left together, Tanner. This will get complicated.”
“Let’s just enjoy it while it lasts,” I murmur, hearing the faint tear of fabric as I rip the tiny spaghetti straps off her shoulders. “One night. Four weeks. What’s the difference if we’re both on the same page?”
She nods and shimmies her arms out of the straps, allowing the nightie to slip down off her chest and revealing the hottest set of cans I’ve ever seen. I’d never heard the word “cans” before when referring to tits, let alone used it in a sentence, until my American teammate said it one night at a club. For some reason unbeknownst to me, staring at Belle’s bare breasts before me, “cans” seems like the perfect adjective.
“Fuck me,” I curse and bury my face in her chest that’s currently eye level. “Fuck me, I’ve died and gone to tit heaven.”
“God, you’re stupid,” she groans, rolling her hips into my hard-on that just grew an inch bigger than it’s ever been before. All because of these glorious cans.
“I want to live here,” I hum against her flesh, cupping the sides of her breasts to increase the pressure of them around my face. “I want to open up a little shop where my everyday job is to rub myself on these glorious creatures all day long.”
“Shut up and fuck me!” she demands, moving her hand down between us to touch herself.
No knickers. She was completely bare beneath this little scrap of fabric, completely content to taunt me mercilessly.
She leans back to give herself better access to her pussy, and I’m torn between enjoying her glorious performance or ploughing myself inside of her. I dry-hump her a few more times, my dick rubbing harshly on the zipper of my jeans. The pain is excruciatingly erotic. I attempt to rock her arse back and forth with my hands before my resolve cracks wide open.
Gripping her beneath her legs, I stand and set her on the glass table. She cries out, “It’s freezing! Tanner, you fuck!”
“Fucking you is exactly what I’m going to do,” I growl, plunging my fingers deep inside of her wet centre. God, she’s soaked. Fighting with me turns her on, too. “Fucking hell, you’re perfect.”
She groans out loudly. I can tell she wants to yell at me some more, but she’s too busy riding my fingers like a rollercoaster. I grab hold of her nipple with my free hand and squeeze the hardened bud between my fingers. So pert, so huge, so impeccable. Her body is on full display for me, with just a strip of the nightie covering a few inches of her torso. She has smooth sculpted arms, lush, big tits, and legs that belong around my face at some point this evening.
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” I grind. “Your body is so bloody hot.”
“Tanner,” she groans. “Stop.”
“Stop what?” I ask, stalling my fingers. “Stop this?” I wiggle them again.
Her eyes fly wide and she looks up at me. “No, don’t stop that!” She reaches down and grips my hand in hers, urging me to continue. “Stop talking about my body.”
I lean over her and drop a wet kiss on her smooth abdomen. It’s curvy and soft and welcoming to my very aroused state.
“Not until you tell me you’re beautiful,” I murmur against her flesh.
I don’t know why this is bothering me so much but it is. Belle projects all the confidence in the world, but sometimes it’s the loudest women that have the most to hide.
“Don’t, Tanner,” she begs, her voice softening to a whimper as I feel her climax coming and know that I hold all the power right now. I have a moment of regret for forcing this on her, but deep down I know she’s strong enough to handle it.
“Please, Belle?” I ask, dropping several open-mouthed kisses on her breasts. “Just say it once.”
Her heavy breathing slows and she bites her lip, her eyes crashing on mine. I see her throat move before she finally replies, “I’m beautiful.”
The corner of my mouth tugs up. “Fuck yes you are. And I’m going to scream that when I empty my balls inside of you.”
WITHIN SECONDS,TANNER HAS Acondom on. In another second, my legs are on his shoulders and he’s buried so deep inside of me, I can feel him in my heart. Or perhaps that sensation in my chest is the words he sex-leveraged over me.
I’m beautiful.
