Page 51 of Shattered In Darkness

She laughs, helpless, then kisses me again.

“I want you to rub yourself on me, Bambi. I want you to cum on my cock.”

She looks at me, flushed and trembling, lips parted. “You’re…you’re insane,” she whispers, like she doesn’t mean it at all.

I tilt my head, force her eyes to mine. “Yeah?” My palms find her hips. Warm, perfect. She fits in my grip like she was made for me. “You like that about me.”

She tries to laugh, but it breaks on a gasp when I buck my hips up, grinding my cock against her pussy through the thin shorts. She’s dripping. My head spins. I clamp her hips tight and pull her closer. Her thighs straddle mine, open and helpless, shorts riding up so high I almost see everything. I want to rip them off.

She squirms, trying to get comfortable, but I make her move. I jerk her hips, slow, make her rock forward, then back. The friction is brutal. She shivers and clings to my shoulders.

“You feel that?” My voice is wrecked.

She whimpers. “Yeah.”

I flex under her, harder. She rides my cock, grinding through both our clothes. Hungry little noises bubble up out of her. She’s watching my face, desperate to see if she’s doing good.

She is. Fuck, she is.

I grab a fistful of her ass, and make her move faster. “Don’t slow down.” I spit the words out. She moans and nods, never tearing her eyes off mine. She grinds her pussy over the length of my dick. Every motion makes her tits bounce. They’re amazing, barely covered by her shirt. I push the fabric up, exposing her hard nipples. I mouth at one, sucking until she claws my hair and almost sobs.

“More,” she breathes. The word is barely there.

I lock her wrists in one hand. The other slips down, peels her shorts off, dragging them down her thighs. She doesn’t fight it. She lifts her hips, helps me strip her, panties drenched.

My filthy girl.

I shove my boxers down. My cock slaps against my stomach. She stares. For a heartbeat she’s shy, but then I press her bare cunt down onto me and the shyness evaporates.

Fuck, I want to be inside her, but tonight is about her. Making her trust me. For now, I will have to settle for her grinding on my dick.

“Oh my god,” she gasps. It’s pure filth, the way her pussy slips and slides over my cock. I rock her in place. Her clit drags perfectly over the head, again and again, a wet shuddering mess.

I crook my neck, whisper gutter words into her ear. “Good girl.” I want her to shake all over. “Ride me. Don’t stop.”

She obeys. She always fucking obeys.

Her palms flatten on my chest. Desperate, messy rhythm. Her cunt grinds up and down my length. My hands clamp around her hips, greedy, brutal. She’s wet, slippery, perfect. Her pussy slides up my cock, bare skin to bare skin. She grinds, helpless, all instinct and desire.

I fucking love it.

She rides me, gasping, tits bouncing, sweat sticking hair to her temples. Her cheeks are flushed, lips parted. Whimpers hit my ear, and I want to swallow the sound. I want to crush her.

I keep her moving. My cock throbs. She leaves a mess every time she rolls down, cunt catching the swollen head, dragging it over her clit again and again.

She shudders and digs her nails into my shoulders. That’s good. I want her marked. I want her aching for it every time she walks tomorrow.

“Fuck, Brody,” she moans, clinging to me. Beautiful. Ruined. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.”

I cup her tits, hard, fingers squeezing them together. She whines and rotates her hips, greedy, desperate. My palm slips between her legs. Two fingers rub her clit while she rides my cock. Pressure. Stroke. I know exactly how to torture her.

She squeals, forgetting about being shy. “Oh, my god, yes, yes, right there…”

I want to tear her open. Devour her. But not yet. I force patience down my spine.

I talk to her because she likes it filthy. “Love how you grind on my cock, Bambi. Look at you. So pretty. So desperate. This fucking pussy belongs to me, do you hear me?”

She nods, blue eyes blazed out, completely lost. “Yours, yours, only yours.”