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Nothing will come close to ever beating her warm pussy wrapping my cock like a fist, sharing her warmth with me through the cold night, while her breasts are pressed to my chest, rising and falling as she breathes, and that damn whizzing sound she makes in her sleep that occasionally turns to moaning when I move inside her. Argh.
I swallow, feeling my cock spike inside of her, and my arousal course through my body to rush blood to my cock. She is deep asleep, but still sticky from my come inside of her and I can't help myself as I begin to move, clamping my arms around her to keep her secured to me. One hand moves to hold her leg on me firmly, lifting it to open her better, while the other presses her head to my chest.
My move inside her is slow and circular, maddening no doubt, but fulfilling all the same. I continue to tease myself and the perfect slut on me stretches in her sleep in a way that throws her legs further apart and gives me a funneling dig inside her.
“You are so perfect,” I groan and close my eyes, grinding my teeth against each other as the wave of sensation keeps pumping tickling blood to the tip of my cock.
“Let me sleep,” she grumbles, then tries to turn away from me, but I clamp her to my body.
“Why, you don't like my cock this morning, Rosaline?” I'm so close and I want her there with me.
“I…” she opens her mouth to say but hangs it open when I pick up my pace, digging deeper, “Ohhhhh,” she moans, slowly awakening, body and mind together.
“How was your night?” I grunt.
“It was…” she groans and tries to push herself off me.
I probably know what this is. Not everyone is a big fan of being fucked in the morning or from their sleep. Maybe she fell under that category before, because right now, her restraint is one thing, a weak push and an unnecessary struggle to get off me. While her compliance is another, the moan she is trying to stifle, her body twisting in sync with mine, and her pussy tightening around my cock, ready to milk me dry of more come.
This is why she is perfect. Not because she necessarily wants what I give, but because she can take it and fucking gobble it.
I find her ass underneath her dress and smack her hard. I smack her again for being silly and trying to run away. This is her punishment. I keep smacking as I pummel her pussy and graze her ass with my fingers. She keeps responding with whimpering, trying to get off, and breathy howling.
“You took my body to someone else, how could you?” I pull her up so I can have access to her mouth and I cover hers with mine not needing her to answer me, “You want to tell me this body isn't mine?” I dip my tongue inside her mouth, “You want to revolt?” I bite her lower lip and don't stop until she is wailing, punching me everywhere and I taste blood, “Now come for me.”
“No, no, no…” she is sobbing and punching me, screaming to herself to lock her orgasm out but I don't let her.
I know the spot to hit and I know she is close, too close to go back. Because I know how greedy she gets when she is that close. She catches my lower lip as I move to continue the kiss, and bites so hard the pain trudges to my cock, then as expected, she clenches it greedily with her pussy, trying to lock me out as she convulses, rocking and biting me through a shattering orgasm.
I go with her. Tight stomach, stringed thigh bones, balls exploding, a cock that feels like it can shoot out through her mouth. I dive with her, jerky thrusts and throaty mumbles, till all the come inside of me is emptied into her.
We stay like this for a quick second, trying to catch our breaths. My arms come around her to comfort her but she wriggles out of my grip and stumbles off the bed.
“Get away from me,” she growls and starts moving to the bathroom but I jump off the bed and stop her by spinning her to face me and pinning her with my body against the bathroom door.
“Rosaline,” my voice is soft as a feather stroke, “don't run away from me.” I plant a kiss on her temple. “This is a part that completes the whole,” I lift her chin with the side of my index finger so she looks at me, but she keeps her teary eyes closed as if punishing me by shutting me out.
“Hey.”
She shakes her head, “You are a despicable man.”
“We already established that, didn't we?” I stroke her pouty lips with my thumb.
She is trembling against me, her eyes and lips twitching. Even her breath hiccups with each drag and her throat won't stop moving as she swallows.
“I despise you,” tears slip past her closed lids, and I quickly catch them with my thumbs.
“Tell me why.” I might have my theory for why she hates me but I want to be sure we are on the same page.
“Because I shouldn't want it,” she pounces on my chest.
“But you do.”
She nods, “I hate that you make me want it, and just with you,” she continues pouncing and a smile breaks across my face.
Never have I delighted in the misery of someone I care about like I do right now, watching her sobbing and pouncing at me. Never have I wanted to be hated this badly. It's sick, but I don't need an antidote.
“Hey,” I hold her face with both hands, “I hate you too.” I chuckle and she opens her eyes slowly, finally blessing me withthose curious brown eyes, “I hate you because you are my undoing, but Rosaline, I won't have it any other way.”
