Page 42 of Sling’s Awakening

“You’re tryin’ to mark me already, toots?” I ask, my tone low as I grab a handful of her ass, pressing her to me.

I can feel her slick heat through the thin material of the thong she has on. My neck arches as I give her more access to the skin. She finds that little spot behind my ear that gets me every single fucking time. Her soft lips and wet tongue add fuel to the fire. I almost can’t take it anymore.

My control with her is wearing thin. The smell of her mixed with the softness of her curves is almost too much to take. As she continues her assault, I tug the thin scrap of material to the side and run a finger up her slit.

A groan leaves my lips.

Fucking soaked.

Blake’s moan fills my ear, and she tries to follow my finger. Her juices are dripping down my hand as I find her clit and get to work.

“Sling,” Blake moans, sounding out of breath as she rests her head on my shoulder, unable to hold herself up anymore.

It only spurs me on as I dip a finger in her dripping cunt.

A growl echoes throughout her backyard as I insert another finger and pick up the pace. The noises leaving me are drowning out the sound of her tight, wet pussy trying to keep me in.

She’s clawing at me with her nails while she rubs against me like she can’t decide how to get what she wants. She’s going to learn today that I’m going to be the man who always gives her what she wants.

“Get this off,” I say as I tug at the waistband of her little skirt. Jesus, these things barely cover her fucking ass. “You wear this out in public?”

Blake pushes off me as she sheds her skirt and panties, kicking them off her ankles. “Yeah. I work in a strip club. I’m the most covered one there,” she answers distractedly, her eyes locked on my dick.

“No more,” I order, my tone low as I unbutton my jeans and pull down my fly before lifting my hips and sliding my jeans down just enough for my aching cock to spring free.

“What?” she asks as she climbs back on top of me, lining herself up with my dick.

I smack her ass, making her jump slightly. I punch my hips up as I feel the recoil jiggle in my hands.

Goddamn, I could die right here and be a happy man.

I line myself up at her entrance. Her cunt is dripping on me, begging me to enter.

“Wear that fucking skirt out in public,” I growl as I grip her hips, digging my fingers in hard enough that I know there will be bruises in the morning. “That ass is for my eyes only.”

Blake’s eyes narrow as she opens her mouth to protest, but I drop her on my hard cock, filling her tight cunt to the hilt before she can get a word out. A scream tears from her lips as her head falls back, echoing throughout the backyard.

My jaw clenches as her walls clamp down around me in a vice grip. “You better keep it down, toots, or our neighbors are going to know you’re riding my cock like a goddamn champ.”

Not that I give a damn.

I don’t wait for her to respond as I use the grip I have on her hips and move her up and down as I punch my hips up, filling her every fucking time. Blake’s hands land on my chest, her nails pricking my pecks only eggs me on. I welcome the stinging pain it brings almost as much as the way her tight cunt is sucking me in with every thrust.

Her moans are growing louder as she begins to flutter around me.

Shit.

I’m not going to fucking last.

“Sling,” Blake whines.

My balls tighten from the desperation in her voice that I know I put there.

“Let go, toots,” I grunt as her cunt about squeezes the life out of my cock. “I got you.”

Blake’s breath hitches as one of my hands leaves her hip and finds her clit. That’s all it takes. A scream tears from deep in her throat as her nails dig deeper than they’ve ever gone as she soars over the edge. I hiss through the pain as I ride her through it. Wave after wave of cum shoots deep inside her cunt until it can’t take anymore and it’s seeping out and trickling down my balls.

Christ, I don’t think I have any cum left in me.