Page 22 of Angels Fall

He slides the vibrator down, all coated and slick with my desire, and pushes it into my pussy. I close my eyes, my fingertips picking up where the vibrator left off, rubbing myself in small, quick circles as he fucks me with the toy.

His chest covers my breasts now, his hand still pumping in and out as he continues to kiss me, his hard cock pressing against my outer thigh, practically begging me to touch him.

I undo his belt one-handed, enjoying the sound of the jingling buckle, and then my hand slides inside and takes hold with such force, it’s like a promise to never let go.

It’s a lie, but aren’t all promises lies anyway?

“Tell me to stop,” he says, breath heavy and coming out ragged.

“Keep going,” I say. Meaning it as I unzip his jeans, slide them over his hips, and start furiously pumping his cock.

I’m gonna take what I want for once. And right now, I want this. So I squirm underneath him and flip over, pushing my ass in the air like an invitation. “Take me from behind,” I moan. “Right now.”

He slaps my ass as he backs off the bed and stands up. Two seconds later he’s got his boots, pants and shirt off. Scarred and naked, he locks his eyes with mine as I watch over my shoulder.

We hold our stare as both hands grip my ass and he slides his cock inside me.

TYLER

I did a shitty job at following my plan about how I would approach her delicately when I entered her room. So, I plan to make up for it by doing an excellent job of not being delicate at all now that I’ve entered her.

I couldn’t be even if I wanted to. I am drawn to her. I need her. We are destined.

I tell her this with my glare, holding her gaze with mine as I push my cock forward, grinding into her from behind, never breaking eye contact. That is until the very last push as I force her ass into my hips - trying to pull her completely through me - and her eyes close, her head and neck arch backwards, and she lets out a low, guttural moan that causes the muscles in my calves to tighten and my knees to dig into the edge of the mattress.

The vibrator is still buzzing on the bed. I take it up and reach down in front of my thigh, feeling the vibration as it rubs against my balls. I slip it forward to meet the lips of her slick, wet pussy that are gripping my shaft so tight, and then let it come to rest on her clit. I continue stroking in and out of her, all the while being sure to keep what has turned into a second dick (only far less charming and noteworthy than my own) planted on that spot that makes her whimper.

“How’s that feel?” I mutter out, my mouth just above a whisper. Just loud enough for her to hear the question over the hum of the vibrator and the sound of her own moans.

“Good,” she whines back.

“Just good?” I ask.

But before I let her answer the question, I slide the vibrator back to the opening I’m currently pouring myself into and work the very tip of the second dick inside of her as well, stretching her just that much more open and continuing to thrust back and forth while the vibrator massages the inside of her walls. She begins panting.

“How ‘bout now?” I ask.

“Fuck yeah,” she groans back.

Her hands splay out in front of her, gripping at the sheets, her arms stiffening and her lower back arching more as she continues pressing into me. I pull the vibrator away and lay it on the bed.

“What are you doing?” she pleads. “That was amazing.”

“No,” I whisper as I bend over to kiss her shoulder blades and bury my face in her hair. “That wasn’t amazing. This is amazing.”

And before she can ask ‘what?’ I’m up on the bed, my knees under me, her pulled back onto my dick, ass pressed into my thighs like she’s sitting on my lap, her legs sticking out behind me, and I tell her, “Put your arms out in front of you. Like Supergirl. I’m gonna make you fly.”

“What?” she says.

I take both of her arms, throw them out in front of her, grab her hips as tightly as I can, and pound in and out of her ferociously, bouncing her on my cock.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” she huffs with each thrust.

She keeps her arms suspended in the air that way like the sexiest goddamn super-hero ever, flying through the sky, propelled forward by the force of our fucking. I support her weight with my hands on her hips and the hard, fast motion of my thighs driving into her creamy skin, over and over again. I can feel her muscles tighten as she strains to hold herself aloft and it just makes me fuck her harder.

I keep my right hand in place and with my left, I take up a fistful of silky red. I yank her hair back, exposing her neck to the ceiling and her hands now fly up to grab at my fist, making sure to keep it locked there on her head.

Or so I think.