Page 27 of Wild Curves
Her voice echoes around the walls of the apartment, and I hope the fucker next door watching annoying television shows all day hears her.
I clutch her hips and I sway slowly until I feel her pussy relax around me. My fingers flick her nipples, and I lean forward to kiss her swollen lips.
I rock gently, loving the way she wraps herself against my body as she gets into the rhythm.
Her pussy feels like heaven, but I want to go deeper. I want to her to feel all of me.
I grab her legs and throw them over my shoulder, and she gasps as I drive my cock home. Her face scrunches up.
“Make some noise, Maggie,” I command.
Her eyes fly open, and her mouth forms a perfect O.
I thrust deep and she lets out a startled cry, the sound piercing the silence of the apartment.
“That’s it, honey. Make some noise for me.”
Her tits jiggle as I slam into her, bouncing her around on the bed. I’m fucking her hard, but I can’t stop myself.
“I want everyone to know who’s fucking you. You say my name, and you say it loud.”
Her brow furrows and I pull back, making her whimper.
My thumb circles her clit, and she gives another cry.
“Arlo…”
Her name on my lips almost makes me lose it, and I pull myself almost the whole way out of her before I come too soon.
She lifts her head off the pillow, the perspiration making her hair cling to her forehead.
“I like… please…”
“Please what?”
I’m enjoying the frustration in her look. The disbelief that I’ve taken her toy away from her.
“I want to come,” she whispers.
“You can come, Maggie. As soon as you scream my name.”
Her eyes dart around the empty apartment.
“But my neighbors.”
“They’re not gonna be your neighbors for very long. As soon as we’re done here, I’m packing your bags and taking you to my cabin.”
Her eyes go wide.
“Are you gonna be this demanding and bossy when we’re married?”
“You know it. You can run your career how you want. I’m gonna run the household.”
She’s about to sass me back when I give her a hard thrust. My balls slam against her asshole, and I almost lose it. Whatever she’s gonna say dies on her lips.
“Oh,” she pants.
“That’s it, baby.”
