I thrusted into her body with my fingers as my lips bent to capture her nipple. She arched into me as her heels dug into the dusty carpet of Anton’s house. How beautiful the rush of pleasure over her face was. How sensuous the deep crimson red of her skin became. I took it all in. Felt her body tremble in the palm of my hand as I caressed her towards an edge she wanted to tumble off. Her juices dripped against my skin and my mouth salivated for them.
“Grayson! Oh, yes!”
Her hands rushed to my hair as her pussy clamped down onto me. She shoved my face into her tits, and it was a place I knew I could die happy in. I tasted her sweat on my tongue, kissing and nipping at her skin so she could wake up with my mark on her body. Her legs shivered and her body bucked. Her warmth overtook me, sucking me into her orbit and refusing to let go. I moaned into her tits, feeling her shake with the vibrations.
Then I slowly inched my fingers out from between her decadent thighs and licked her arousal off my skin.
“Oh my gosh,” she said, breathlessly.
“Mm, mm, mm. How good you taste,” I said.
I ripped her up off the floor and her lips came crashing up to mine. I ripped her shirt over her head as she barreled me into the wall, her hands sliding along my sweating skin. I grabbed her wrists and twisted her around, pinning her between my bare chest and Anton’s window.
“Did you think you could win this?” I asked. “Did you really think you had it in you?”
She shoved me away from her before running and lunging at me. I caught her in my grasp, fisting her ass cheeks as her hands raked through my hair. She pulled my head back and brought her lips to mine, nibbling on my lower lip as I walked down the hallway. I pressed her to the wall, feeling her pussy dripping onto my abs. She unraveled her legs and tried to get down, but I held her steady to me.
I refused to put her down onto the ground.
Her hands dropped to my pants as she wiggled around, slipping her sweating skin against mine. She finally dropped to her feet and took my pants along with her, exposing the rest of my body to her. I fisted her hair to bring her back up, but the second I moved her she slid my cock between her lips.
My eyes bulged and my hand fell to the wall as my knees quaked.
“Michelle. Oh shit.”
“Mhm,” she hummed. “Oh, yes.”
“Don’t talk with your mouthful,” I said.
“Okay, Bossman.”
My leg jiggled as she slurped and sucked. She hollowed out her cheeks as my balls filled with a want for her. They hung low as her hand came up to play with them. To cup them and roll them around as I stepped out of my pants. I pressed my other hand into the wall, keeping myself upright as I thrust my hips against her face.
But I didn’t want to explode down her throat.
I didn’t want my end to be on the tip of her tongue.
It took all the energy I had to step back from her. I fell into the opposite wall as she scrambled onto her feet, then she ran at me and crashed our lips together. She pinned my hands at my sides as a triumphant smile crossed her face. Like she thought she had won.
“Got you,” she said, with a giggle.
And oh, if she only knew how true that statement was.
She had me. Every version of me. In every way she could have ever wanted. I stared into those beautiful green eyes and watched that dazzling smile grow upon her reddened cheeks. But my cock was dripping and my balls ached for a need only she could fulfill. I loved the fight in her. How she wanted to desperately prove she was my equal.
She didn’t have to worry about that, though.
I could never see Michelle as anything other than incredible.
I moved my wrists as her eyes widened and I barreled her back into the wall. And that time, I was out to deliver no mercy. I fisted her hair and backed her down the hallway, guiding her towards the leather couch this entire fight had started on. I whipped her around as she squealed, bending her over the arm of it as her ass pressed against me.
She looked so beautiful with her ass in the air and her face pressed to the genuine leather.
I slid my cock into her effortlessly and watched her shake. I rolled into her, keeping a steady pace as her pussy fluttered around my cock. She gripped the side of the couch and pushed back into me, her ass meeting my hips and sinking against my skin. My eyes traced her back. Took in the deep dip in her spine and the lavish dip of her waist. I rose my hand up and smacked her ass cheek, listening as her beautiful yelp filled the edges of the room.
“Damn, Grayson. Do it again.”
A devilish grin spread across my cheeks before I did as I was told.