There were no words said as she backed away toward the couch, her pursed lips the only invitation I needed. I shook my head as she crawled onto the couch on all fours. When I wasn’t right behind her, she tossed her head over her shoulder, beckoning me with her eyes.
Did she not understand that if she wasn’t careful, I’d devour every inch?
By the time I crawled behind her, my balls were swinging low, already filled with seed. I wasn’t certain I could remain tender. That wasn’t my nature and my desire was off the charts.
The little vixen seemed to understand, pushing her butt toward me. Another blatant invitation there was no way I could avoid.
Even before I slipped my cock into her pussy, I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her breasts. They were truly perfect in my hands, touching them creating a wave of electricity.
Her moan was all I needed, an invitation all men would be jealous of. As soon as I slipped my cock inside, her entire body shuddered. Not from force. Not from my roughness.
From her own desire.
I thrust all the way inside, feeling the extreme rush of adrenaline that was almost suffocating. Her sweet sweat filtered into my nostrils, leaving me almost completely intoxicated. After pinching her nipples, I rubbed both hands down her spine, daring to crack my hand against her backside.
Her yelp was sweet music, so much so I repeated the action just once. Any more and I would lose my mind. When I pulled out so just the tip was inside, she jutted her hips backward. As if I was going to stop.
I plunged into her again, my entire body shaking from the way her pussy muscles clamped tightly around my dick. Her pussy was throbbing, so much so I was forced to take a few deep breaths. The sensations were incredible, my mind spinning with all the dirty thoughts about what I would like and would do to her.
As I developed a rhythm, she met every brutal thrust, clawing the cushions while she tossed her hair from side to side. Now my fingers were digging into her hips, my actions rougher.
The sound of her moans mixing with my savage fucking of her was succeeding in driving the demons away. If only for a little while. They’d be back in full force. The story and the anger weren’t finished. I’d carry the weight for the rest of my life.
Some of which I didn’t mind.
She continued wiggling and finally, I gripped a handful of her hair, yanking her head back. There was a huge, sultry smile on her face, her skin shimmering. She was even more beautiful, allowing me to taste the same freedom she’d offered. I was in heaven, fucking her more incredible than I’d ever imagined being possible.
But I wanted more. She was so wet, so damn hot and I couldn’t resist taking every inch. I rolled my fingers down her spine, twisting my hand and teasing her asshole with my thumb. She stiffened but continued riding my cock.
With her eyes closed and her lips pursed, I could tell she was enjoying every moment. But I wasn’t finished yet. I drove my thumb into her dark hole and the moment I did, I was shaking.
Her soft moans continued, not loud enough to wake sleeping dogs yet perfect to keep the beast inside me well fed. Witha smile on my face, I slipped two fingers in beside my cock, getting them nice and moist before sliding the tips just inside her asshole.
Why was it that every sound she made drove me crazy? I could do this all night long, enjoying shifting back from one hole to the other.
There was a special kind of hunger and a dangerous type of man who claimed a woman this way. I was that man and the feisty woman seemed to have no issue allowing me to fight through my demons by use of rough passion.
I was out of control, both in my mind and with my actions, fighting with myself and the guilt and pain. Much like she’d done for weeks. We were far too similar, which was what made our connection explosive. I could easily find myself incapable of letting her go, possessive to the point she hated me.
But there was no altering this moment or the control I needed.
With my hands firmly gripping her hips, I pushed my cock inside, hitting the tight wall of muscle and holding back. Which wasn’t like me in the least. We both issued a deep, ragged breath, incapable of saying anything. What was there left to say? That we were in agony? That we wished we could go back in time? That what we were sharing was nothing but a Band-Aid?
Whatever the case, when Grace pushed her hips back toward me, forcing several inches inside her tight ass, I cracked my hand against her bottom. As before, I’d enjoyed the playfulness as well as dominating her body and mind. Just seeing the blush of red on her bottom was a powerful aphrodisiac.
“Oh, my God,” she whimpered as her entire body began to shake.
The woman could handle it. Hell, she’d managed to handleme in a way no one else had done before. Men or women. “Breathe, Dog Doctor. Just breathe.”
“I am breathing,” she spit out, once again tossing her head over her shoulder. Seeing her wide eyes and continued look of arrogance did my mind some good.
She didn’t hate me, or believe all the hype about what I’d done.
Of course, she hadn’t heard the worst of my actions and if possible, I didn’t want to tell her. What I’d done had been the worst of me, although I could admit at least to myself that I wouldn’t hesitate to do it all over again.
Once I was fully seated inside, it took a beat for her to become used to how intensely my dick was throbbing. But I couldn’t hold back for long, pulling out and driving into her again.
When I developed a rhythm, she fought with my hold on her hair, but I refused to let go, enjoying using the strands as a leash. We rocked as one, her back arched and in my mind, I knew I was fucking an angel.
