“Noo…” She murmurs, making me smile as I lean my forehead against hers.
Her eyes lock with mine and causes my chest to ache. “You need to feel better.”
“I already do.” She smirks. “Plus, you know, I can feel you, right?” She rotates her hips against my cock causing me to groan out, slightly. Looking at her, shaking my head, and making me smirk. Finally understanding that Sadie while she’s high is only a slightly exaggerated form of herself. “See, I can’t let you go off like that can I?” She bats her eyes.
“I’ll survive.” I nod to her before she sighs, still not moving.
“It’ll make me feel better.” She bats her eyes at me again. I just continue to look at her, not really having the will to tell her no again. “I mean if you don’t want too…” She trails, looking up at me and I sigh. I can tell by the look on her face that she’s completely aware how she’s winning this battle. “I’ll even control it.” She whispers as she moves my hand back down to her hip, grinding herself against my cock again. Exhaling, I close my eyes as if that’s going to strengthen my willpower. “If you don’t want to, I understand.” Opening my eyes and looking back at her, while she looks at me with just a smirk. I shake my head, telling her that’s not the case… a smile forms on her face as if she wasn’t fully fucking aware of it already. “I won’t push myself.” She leans into me, her lips slowly pressing against mine as she starts to move her body to mine again. Lifting my other hand, she moves it back up to her hair and I wrap my fingers into it once again, pulling her face closer to mine.
Her hands trail down my chest until they rest on my belt. Flipping it open before I feel her tug my jeans open and her hands wrapping around my cock.
“Fuck.” Is barely audible, as it falls from my mouth, our kiss breaks for a moment, and I watch her stand in front of me. Quickly pulling the shirt up over her head, followed by her pants. I trail my hands across her skin as she tugs on my jeans and boxers, completely freeing me as they fall to my feet, and I kick them across the floor while pulling my shirt up over my head.
She moves, straddling my lap again, my cock at attention now. I can feel the heat radiating from her core as her lips come back to mine and she grinds against me once more. Instantly, I can feel myself beginning to pulsate, and she smirks, her tongue skating into my mouth. Her tongue presses against mine, but I don’t force it any. I let her control it as she said she would, even if I want nothing more than to flip her over the back of the couch and slam into her until I lose myself inside of her.
She shifts her hips, reaching down and gripping onto me before she slides herself down my shaft. Gripping a hold of her hips, trying my best to refrain from forcing her down on me roughly, the gasp which leaves her mouth doesn’t help the matter any…
I watch the pure ecstasy filling her face, her mouth slightly parts, and her eyes open, coming to lock with mine. The intensity in them as she watches me watch her.
She slides herself back up and then slowly down, never breaking eye contact. On the verge of driving me fucking insane.
My hand finds her face as I cup her cheek, finally breaking the gaze as she closes her eyes again and leans her face into my hand as if it wasn’t quite close enough. She continues her pace as she relishes in the feeling of my touch on her skin.
I’m still watching her as her arm comes up, her hand clasping around my wrist, her eyes open looking back at me, this time with a different look entirely, a devilish look, and she tugs it down until my hand is lighting touching her throat.
“That isn’t a good idea, Nightmare.” I bite out at her, giving her a warning look, as the look in her eye continues to grow dark and a smirk spreads on her face.
Leaning into me, moving her mouth next to my ear, I hear her snicker and then she starts. “Oh, I think it’s a great idea. When you had me pressed against the hood of the car by my throat all I could think about was how hard your cock pressed against me…” She trails as her teeth graze my neck. I have to hold onto her hip tighter to reframe from losing control. A quiet moan escapes her. “And how fucking wet it made me.”
The growl starts before I can stop it and I’m standing up as she wraps her legs around my waist, a squeal coming from her causing me to let any worry about it being too much go. Slamming my lips down on hers, so hard that I’m sure it will end up bruising them. I press her against the wall as I move. Slamming my cock back inside of her as much as possible. I swallow down her gasps before pulling her back off the wall and spinning us around. Moving nowhere in particular until I set her down on the table next to the front door, in the distance I can hear glass breaking, but I don’t stop to pay it any attention.
Her hands are on me gripping at my ass pulling me into her faster and harder. Her head falls back as a moan sounds out of her, and I lean into her biting a hold of her neck, underneath where my thumb squeezes against her jugular, causing her moan, somehow become louder, fueling me even further.
Gasping, she leans into me, biting hard onto my shoulder and I grunt out, lifting her up off of the table once again and moving haphazardly into the kitchen, with no real destination in mind. Opening my eyes, I see the kitchen table directly behind her, and move until I’m laying her down across it. Slamming into her, pushing her further backwards onto it, with each thrust, until I’m crawling up between her thighs and hovering over top of her so she can’t get away from me, poisoning my hips into her. Her hand continues to grab onto my ass harder, her nails digging into my flesh, but only causing my need for her to grow, consuming any rational thought that I have.
“Oh God,” She whimpers out underneath me, her hands sliding up my back, clasping onto it, hard, her nail still digging into my skin as she moves them. I’m sure they leave a path as she scratches them along. “I’m gonna—” I can’t make out the rest of her sentence because the cracking of the wood cuts her off. I can’t stop and the grip that she moves back to my ass tells me that even with the table becoming more unsteady by the millisecond, that she’s demanding for me not to stop as well.
I can feel her walls tightening, creating like a vise grip around my cock. Her eyes open and she looks straight into my eyes as she moans. “I wanna feel you cum inside of me.” She says as the sound of wood cracking sounds around us again, quickly the top of the table slams onto the ground, the legs falling to pieces underneath it, causing my cock to somehow press further into her. Both of us moaning out as our orgasms overtake us.
I lay on top of her for a few moments, gathering my will to move as she laughs out. Pushing myself up and looking down at her, she laughs again. “I’m not sure I’ve ever had an orgasm so intense that I almost blacked out.” She laughs.
“Or you could have hit your head.” I laugh as we both look around us at the broken table underneath us.
“Whoops.” She grimaces making me laugh and shaking my head.
“No way, absolutely worth it.” I laugh before I lean down, kissing her, and then moving to stand up and help her stand up as well. Except the sharp pain makes me wince out.
“What’s wrong?”
I can’t help but laugh as I look over across the room “Yeah, we definitely shattered some shit.” I shake my head as she looks over, a gasp coming out.
“Let me look at it.” She demands, instantly putting the pieces together, as she jumps up, pushing me down onto the chair and lifting up my foot.
“I can get it.” I tell her but she shakes her head.
“No, even if you could reach it, I wouldn’t let you. It’s a small sliver.” She stands up, determined. “Now, stay right here. I’ll be back.” She moves out of the kitchen and even with the throbbing that my foot is currently generating I can’t help but watch her ass sway as she walks away from me. Only when she’s out of the kitchen do I realize the shitty smirk I have spread on my face.
Looking over at the mess that we created of the table, I’m actually kind of impressed with it.
