Hottest. Thing. Ever.
And I want more. I want to see her come again under my hands, under my mouth, before I sink into her.
I need to see her tits right the fuck now, need to have her naked, so I push her blouse up before she has stopped shuddering, getting rid of it, then unclasp her bra and let her tits spill out.
Oh fuck me. I steady myself with a hand against the counter, because the sight nearly finishes me. I push down on the steel rod in my pants as I take her in.
Holy shitballs, she’s so crazily sexy. I reverently cup her tits, brush my fingertips over the tips, and she moans, looking down at my hands.
On her tits.
Shit, I can’t remember her tits being so large, her nipples so hard and sen
sitive. Must be that time of the month, I guess. It would explain the crying, too.
Not that I’m complaining. I’m totally a tits kind of guy. I love her tits smaller or bigger, no problem, but bigger is definitely good in my book.
She leans back when I take a dark, diamond-hard nipple in my mouth and tangles her fingers in my hair. “Oh shit,” she gasps, and I grin against her breast.
This is the best time I’ve had in a while.
“Oh God, please,” she whispers when I switch to her other breast and bite lightly on her nipple, making her jerk. “Please.”
I release her nipple and lick her sweetness off my lips. “I don’t have a condom. You’re on the pill, right, babe? Because I’m gonna fuck you real hard.”
“Yes,” she whispers, dark lashes fluttering, her mouth slack. “Do it.”
Not sure I could have stopped if my life depended on it. Shoving down my pants and boxer briefs, I grip my dick and squeeze it once, twice, my breath catching at the massive pressure behind my balls.
Goddammit, this chick really does it for me. Never desired any other girl more.
I guide my cock between her legs, push into her wet pussy, and a growly sound leaves my throat. “Fuck, yes. Damn, it feels good.”
“Hawk…” My name on her lips is like a spark under my balls, and I thrust faster, harder, the piercings dragging against her passage, tugging on my cock.
“Layla. Oh my fuck, Layla. You feel so good.”
I can see us in the cracked mirror behind the sink, see her arched neck as I fuck her, see the rise and fall of those luscious tits, see the dark place where our bodies are joined.
I reach down, touch where my cock slides into her, wet with her previous release and her arousal. Lifting my fingers, I smell them, smell her light, sweet musk, and my brain short-circuits.
Boom.
My hips jerk before I even know what’s happening, my dick swells so much I think I’ll burst, and then I’m coming, even as she’s gasping my name and clenching around me.
Goddamn.
I grab hold of her hips as I slam into her again and again, my mouth slack, my balls contracting and my dick jerking inside her, until my vision dims and flickers.
Shit.
So much pleasure. I’m in danger of passing out from the force of it. It rips through my body like a gale, leaving me shaky and disoriented.
“Fuck, I really hope you’re right about the pill,” I whisper, trying to catch my breath in vain, “because baby, I came so hard you’ll have little swimmers inside you for weeks.”
Suddenly she’s shoving me off, and I blink, caught my surprise.
“You asshole. After what we’ve been through, you think I’d do that to you? That I’d lie? I’m not one of the stupid sluts you hang out with.” She beats on my chest, sending blinding pain through my bruises, then just as suddenly stops, her eyes filling up. “I’m not having your baby, ever, okay? Want me to sign some paper?”