The only thing I can do is try to prevent her from ever knowing it.
With one final surge of resolve, I push her from me. It feels like I’m detaching my own limb as she falls away directly onto my own bed.
Thankfully, her giggles reach me a moment later, unconcerned by my inner turmoil. She’s delectable, enticing, overwhelming.
I stalk across the bed to her on my hands and knees. “No more kisses,” I scold her.
Daringly, she leans forward and plants one on my nose. “Or what?”
It’s exactly the wrong question, and we both know it.
It takes nothing for me to lift her, to turn her over so that she leans back against my chest. “Or,” I bite at her ear, “I will have to punish you.”
She gasps as one hand grabs her neck, the other finally freeing my throbbing cock from my boxers. I press into her back, letting her feel the entirety of my want and desire.
“Bend over,” I demand as I push her forward by the neck.
Her ample rear raises willingly in the air, and I smack it affectionately.
Her responding whimper is like music to my ears. “You like that?”
I take a cheek in my hand and squeeze down hard enough to bruise.
“Mmmhmmm,” she whines in response.
Greedily, I rid her of her pants and indulge her again. This time the pink mark against her slapped skin has my hand grasping at my cock.
The other goes to seek out her sex. I almost cum in my own hand at the feeling of wetness I find there. Her little gasps at my touch are even more exciting.
“Please, Rocco,” she begs me, bending down further into the bed. The call of her dripping core is more intoxicating than any substance in existence.
I can’t deny her. Not when I can barely deny myself.
I line myself up at her entrance and reach forward, finding purchase in her hair and her breast.
“Please.”
I slam into her, and my world explodes around me.
Our joint cries harmonize as I withdraw and enter again. Both of us are in desperate need of friction. I want to feel the tightening of her around me again and again.
I pull her hair back, and she moans so lavishly I almost come undone.
“Rocco.”
My name on her lips is like a lightning bolt directly to my own fervent desires. I need to move. Need to work us both into the frenzy that we are both teetering on the edge of.
So, I let myself loose. I’m massaging her breast, pulling her hair, drawing every gorgeous, illicit sound from her mouth and every moment begging myself to turn her around, to capture those lips with mine and dive head-first into oblivion.
But I can’t, I won't.
The pressure of my climax builds and builds with every thrust deeper and deeper. Her taut ass slaps against me with every feverish movement.
“More,” she chokes out.
Instinctively, I let my hand drop down from her breast to encircle her clit, massaging there in time with every thrust I make.
But her moans aren’t nearly enough.
