Smack! Smack! Smack!
A gasp left her, but when Corbin started smoothing his hand over her ass, making that pain turn to pleasure, she moaned. “I want that pussy of yours stretched so wide around my cock you can’t handle it but don’t want me to stop.” He grabbed her hips and dug his fingertips in her flesh. “I want my cum inside you. I want you so full it’s spilling down your thighs.”
“Corbin.” She whispered his name, knowing she should use her head, but she was burning alive, wanting this like she needed her next breath.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to make sure you’re taken care of really good.”
Braced on her hands and knees, she looked at Corbin over her shoulder. He still gripped himself, but now he took his free hand and ran it over his mouth, back and forth, as he stared at her ass and pussy. After giving her bottom one more slap, he placed the tip of his erection at her opening again.
He didn’t slam into her this time, though. Instead, he eased his cock into her cunt. Once fully seated in her body, he held her waist and groaned deeply.
Over and over, he pulled out and pushed back in, never increasing his speed. Filling her completely and thoroughly, he made her beg for it harder, deeper, faster. She bowed her back, her eyes closed, her heart stopping but then starting up rapidly. Forcing her eyes open, Izabella looked over her shoulder again to watch him fuck her.
With his focus on where he was buried deep inside her, she could see the concentration on his face. He was holding back, prolonging this, making them both suffer in only the best way.
He was nearly out of her body, his cockhead poised right at the entrance of her pussy when he slammed into her so much harder than before. She gasped and braced her hands out in front of her to steady herself.
“You’re holding back. Just come, Corbin. Fill me.” She didn’t know where the words came from, but she welcomed them and didn’t regret saying them. Corbin curled his fingers into her hips harder and shoved back into her again.
“Oh, God.” She closed her eyes as a ripple of pleasure passed through her. He did it again and again, keeping a bruising grip on her as he pounded into her already deliciously sore pussy. She was so close to getting off again. As if he read her mind, Corbin reached around her belly, found her clit with his fingers, and started rubbing the fuck out of that little bud.
The sensations crashing through her—him rubbing her clit, his piercing pressing against hidden nerves deep inside her, and her pussy rippling around his cock—had her pleasure peaking to a volcanic level.
“Yes. More.”
Her breasts shook from the force of his thrusts, and the sound of their damp skin slapping together filled her ears. He grunted and growled behind her like some kind of feral animal and started slapping her ass with one hand.
Smack! Slap! Smack!
He did this over and over—fucking her, spanking her, and rubbing her clit.
God, how can he do so many different things at the same time? Who cares? It feels incredible.
With one final groan, he buried the full length of his shaft inside her and came. She swore she could feel his cum pumping into her body, could feel his spunk filling her. When his body relaxed, and she knew his orgasm was waning, she felt his warm, humid breath coasting along her nape.
“Fuck, Izabella.” He pulled out of her, and she immediately felt his cum start to slide out of her. He gave one of her ass cheeks a squeeze before falling to the side, wrapping his arm around her waist, and pulling her close to his chest.
She was high from the sex, still buzzed from the alcohol, and all she wanted to do right now was sleep in this post-euphoric haze.
But as sleep started to take hold, the sensation of Corbin moving his fingers along her side and of the feeling of his seed spilling slowly out of her pussy had realization slamming home hard.
I just had unprotected sex with Corbin.
10
Corbin hadn’t been able to sleep more than an hour or two, and all he could think about was the fact he’d finally had Izabella. It wasn’t some dick thought or where he would have high-fived his buddies. No, he’d finally had her, and things felt right. They felt good.
He sat on the edge of the bed, his hands flat on the mattress and his focus on the barely rising sun peeking over the horizon. Corbin heard Izabella sigh softly in her sleep, and he glanced over his shoulder to look at her.
She was on her belly, her face turned in his direction, and her dark hair spread out across the white pillow. He’d fucked her without a condom, and although he hadn’t realized it until after the fact, this alpha, caveman part of him rose up at that thought.