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It’s a claiming, violent and primal. I want to mark her so no one else ever dares touch her. Destroy her if that’s what it takes.
It feels like I’m pounding away at her forever, but my time inside her also feels too brief. When I can feel the tension building and I know I’m close, it almost pisses me off.
Then she grabs at the couch and lets out a series of low whines that set my blood on fire, and I can’t feel anything beyond pleasure and the sensation of her pussy convulsing around my cock.
That throws me over the edge. I let out a long groan and a low “fuck,” holding her hips tight and forcing myself as deep as I can inside her body. Release hits hard, my hot cum pouring into her as pleasure explodes behind my eyes.
Holy fucking fuck.
All the strength melts out of my muscles, so I let go of her hip and let her sink back into the couch cushion.
I collapse on top of her, aware of my heart thundering in my chest.
Fuck.
I breathe in the clean scent of her skin as I rest my face against her back. There’s something else, too, a fruity scent that I want to devour.
Without moving too much, I kiss her fruity, clean-smelling skin.
I can feel her labored breathing underneath me, but she’s fallen silent.
I almost ask if she’s okay crushed beneath my weight on the couch, but I’m not ready to move off her even if she says no, so I decide not to.
On the couch.
All the fun equipment in this room, and I finished her on the fucking couch.
It certainly wasn’t the plan, but I can’t bring myself to regret it. I feel so good, I can’t bring myself to regret anything… except the fact that I won’t get to have her again.
I’ve never attached to a random fuck before. I’m not sure what it is about this one that makes it harder, but I’m sure it will pass once she’s gone. Out of sight, out of mind. That’s how it always is. There has never been an exception, no matter how beautiful or witty a woman might be.
No matter how broken, either. I prefer broken women. Even once healed, there are cracks that make them much more interesting than their undamaged counterparts. I don’t know if Hallie was broken before, but I know she is now.
That reminds me, I need to call Hollis back to see her home safely.
Finally pushing myself off the couch, I tuck my cock away and dig out my cell phone. I glance at Hallie. Instead of moving off the couch or making any attempt to get dressed, she has rolled onto her side facing away from me.
I text Hollis.
I collect Hallie’s clothing off the floor.
She still hasn’t moved, so I walk over and sit on the edge of the couch.
I do feel something like regret, but I don’t think it’s for hurting her. The regret is for me, not her. I’m disappointed that Hollis is on the way to get her and she won’t even speak to me.
I run my fingers through her honey blonde curls and she stiffens. I continue to play with her hair and caress her scalp to relax her, then keep my tone calm as I tell her, “Hollis will give you a ride home. You’ll be safe with him.”
She curls into herself even more.
“You might want to get dressed,” I advise, gently. I don’t want another man to see her naked, especially in this state.
“You might want to fuck off,” she replies.
I can’t help perking up at the sound of her speaking to me, even if it’s to say that. “If you want Hollis to see your pretty little ass when he comes in, I suppose that’s your prerogative.”
That does the trick. She sighs heavily, then pushes herself up on the couch. I hand her clothes to her.
“You came inside me,” she realizes as she’s pulling up her panties.
