He slid inside of her, bareback for the first time in his life- because even in high school he’d been smart enough to glove up. That was the one thing his father taught him that actually stuck. To use his brain when it counted, not his dick, because he’d regret that shit for the rest of his life if it either a, fell off, or b produced offspring he wasn’t equipped to deal with.
He trusted Noemi, though. That she was indeed on the pill and indeed using it correctly. She didn’t know he had money. Or that his family had before that. She didn’t know anything about him. It killed him that she moaned his name in his ear, but it wasn’t the right name at all. Cason. The bastard didn’t even exist. The bastard was him, and he still wanted to kick the guy’s ass.
She didn’t know any of it. She just wanted him. And he wanted her. That was the equation he’d talked about. There was no deception on her part. He doubted she was even capable of it.
He also knew for a fact that he was going to marry her. Or at least, that he was never going to let her go.
“Fuck, you’re so wet I can feel you dripping all over me,” he said darkly, right into the shell of her ear. That was a safe bet. Dirty talk, so he didn’t have to think about the crazy fucking feelings rattling around in his skull and chest at the moment.
She moaned and when he thrust up all the way inside of her, she moaned loudly and took him. Every single inch. She was so tight, so hot, and amazing. He matched her, groan for moan, growl for whimper. He forgot all about making her beg to come. He went for plan B, which was just to screw her like a madman. He drove into her so hard that her head banged against the drywall hard enough that he was sure he’d had to forfeit his damage deposit.
It should be against every effing law in the universe to want someone as badly as he wanted her. It should also be criminal to have a pussy tight enough to squeeze his cock clean off. He felt like he was taking his life into his own hands, at least his manhood, by thrusting up into those tightly clenching walls. How could her pussy spasm like that before she was even coming? Noemi wasn’t just the most beautiful woman on the planet. She had the most gorgeous pussy. Inside and out.
And he wasn’t just saying that because he was a dude.
Though having a cock to test the whole inside part of that statement definitely helped.
“C-Cason,” she breathed. Bang. Her head hit the wall again. Thump. Her pelvis knocked into his. Bang. Thump. Bang. Thump.
He wished it was his name she was mewling. His real name, not his shitty alter-ego name. Although, if she knew who he was, he wouldn’t be balls deep inside her bliss box at the moment.
He pumped his hips harder, flexing and thrusting up into her further and harder, driving her into the wall while she drove back, bucking her hips like a wild animal, matching his thrusts with her gyrations. All that dirty grinding was going to get him off before it got her juicing, so he intensified his thrusts, fucking her like he wanted to punish her.
Punish her for running from him before she even knew what he looked like or had a chance to get to know him, though that wasn’t fair.
Punish her for being so beautiful, though that wasn’t fair either.
Punish her for tempting him with just her sheer sweetness, her glorious innocence, and all that beauty locked away inside her soul. None of that was fair.
Punish her for the fact that this might really be a one-night stand because he was growing more and more certain that she’d never speak to him again if she learned the truth. That wasn’t fair either.
He wanted to punish her for making him feel. For unlocking that shit storm that he kept so carefully guarded. Nope. Not fair either.
Apparently though, Noemi liked to be punished. He was pretty sure he was hitting just about every spot she had in that beautiful pussy, including her G-spot. He kept going, stroking her hard, fast, slower, short and long, throbbing inside of her, letting her take it all in like a promise. He was giving her a sample, but he promised her seven, and he was going to make good on his word. He’d give her everything in turns, slow, fast, hard. In every position on fucking earth.
Okay, maybe not that far.
He’d keep a few tricks up his sleeve for the future, if that ever came.
A few more hard, deep thrusts, and Noemi was gone, coming around him, writhing against him, bucking her hips so hard she almost flung him off, hitting herself into the wall, digging her nails into his shoulders until the muscles burned with the indents of those little crescents.