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But I’m not worried about what’s in her pretty little head tonight. I just need her flesh under my tongue and her pussy around my cock. Sitting back on my knees, I tear at my zipper and yank off my slacks and boxers. Her eyes pop as they drop to my dick, thick and swollen and glistening, all for her.
Taking her by the hips, I pull her onto my lap and wipe a bead of sweat off her brow. “Sorry to interrupt the fun. Are you protected?”
She shakes her head.
I lunge over to the bedside drawer, grab a condom, and rip the wrapper open with my teeth. More gently than I intend, I lower her back to the bed, and I almost come right then and there when she parts her legs for me, revealing the slick, pink folds nestled between them.
Grazing over every inch of her exposed flesh, I feel my chest tighten. I’m getting into dangerous territory here. She watches, trance-like, as I pump my cock in my fist, dragging the tip along her juices.
Her fingers dig into the bed sheets, eyes growing wide. They chase me, something that looks like concern clouding the edges. Maybe she’s worried that once I enter her, she won’t be able to control what comes from her mouth.
Maybe she’s worried I’ll take what she wants away to spite her stubbornness.
“Relax,” I drawl into the shell of her ear, sliding one hand around her throat as I guide my cock inside her with the other. It probes into her wetness, carving its way through the walls of her tunnel.
Her pulse thumps harder against my thumb. Her body buckles under every stroke I deliver to her. Slow but certain, delving into her sex with every thrust until I fit like the missing piece of her puzzle. I force eye contact, lowering my face until our noses touch. Whatever she’ll give me, even if nothing more than a hiss or a whimper, I’ll fucking take.
“What do you want, sweetheart?” I murmur against her lips, my heart stuttering as my balls grow tighter every time her pussy consumes the length of me. “Tell me what you want from me.”
She goes to bite her lip, but I beat her to it, sinking my teeth into the raw flesh there. “If you won’t speak, then show me.”
Hot, frustrated air from her nostrils skitters across my top lip as her hands drag down the length of my back. They dig into the muscle around my hip and pull me harder into her. Again and again, cruel, punishing thrusts that make her whole body convulse underneath my weight.
“You like that, sweetheart?” I growl. “You like being fucked this hard?” Wordlessly, she nods, and it’s enough to send a shiver up my spine.
I rip her hands from my hips and pin them above her head, fucking her just how she wants. Every fucked-up fiber in my being wants to fuck her until she gives in. Until she breaks underneath me and sings like a canary bird.
But although I’m the one pinning her to the bed, coaxing an orgasm out of her, I’m not foolish enough to think I’m the one in control.
Romy Daniels has me wrapped around her tiny fucking pinky, and I hate to love every second of it.
Her eyes flutter open, a deep flush coloring her perfect chest. Every breath becomes more labored, and when I stoop down to kiss her, I can taste the struggle on her bloodied lip.
I hear something.
“What was that?” My question comes out as a harsh whisper.
“I said, fuck me harder,” she rasps, voice tiny and strangled.
It’s enough to send me flying off a cliff. My hands ball into fists on the pillow on either side of her head as the walls of her pussy quiver. Like a sonic boom, her orgasm ripples from her cunt and up her stomach, down her legs. Making every limb tremble like a building collapsing.
I follow her into pleasure, shooting hot loads against the rubber.
A low groan vibrates deep inside me, my muscles weakening as our collective high settles around us like dust. I lay against her chest, listening to her heartbeat tell me what her mouth won’t. When I’m worried I’m crushing her, I roll onto my back, but her legs lock themselves around my ass, so she turns with me until she’s curled up on my chest, silver hair splayed over my breastbone like moonbeams.
Eventually, she looks up through the silence, pinning me with glittery eyes. “Maybe next time,” she pants, lowering her mouth to mine in an attempt to give me a consolation kiss.
When the penny drops, I laugh. Loud enough to make her recoil. I dig my fingers into her hair and tilt her chin up to mine. “That wasn’t your punishment, sweetheart.”
Relishing in her confused state, I roll her onto her side and tuck her into the bed. I snake my hand around her bare stomach and pull her into my body, slotting my knees and hips behind hers.
“It wasn’t?” she whispers.
Sweeping her hair from her damp neck, I kiss the purplish bruises I gave her only moments earlier. “Your punishment is to sleep in the same bed as me, sweetheart.”
Her back tenses against my abdomen. “But why?”
“Because I’ve heard you scream my name at night. Now, you’ll scream it while I’m right next to you.” Another kiss. “And there’ll be no amount of lip biting that will stop it.” I click off the bedside light and nestle into the crown of her head. I can practically hear her brain working overtime underneath it.
“Good night, sweetheart.” I chuckle. “Hope you dream of me.”
