It’s dirty. It’s right. It’s us.
My moans rise over the slapping of our skin, joined with the carnal grunting sounds Preston makes. He can’t stop staring down at my breasts, and my eyes.
I’ve never felt sexier, more wanted.
“I need to see your ass,” he snarls. “Bend over. I need it, Penny. Now.”
The urgency in his voice drives me to my hands and knees. I look over my shoulder, almost frightened for a moment, he looks possessed. It’s like he’s ready to tear this whole room apart, the whole world apart if that’s what it takes to be inside me again.
He grabs onto my hips and then brings his tip to my entrance.
I cry out when he thrust inside of me again. He leans forward, the angle bringing the head of his cock right up against that delicate spot again. He pounds into me, groaning as my ass slap against his abs.
His balls hit my clit the next time he thunders in, and I cry out again, the ecstasy rising.
I thought I might have trouble orgasming during our first time, but I can already feel the whispers of it, taunting me to chase it.
“Is this good?” I moan, thrusting back against him.
“Fuck, yes,” he grunts. “Keep doing that.”
We move as one. When he pulls out, I shift forward, and then we collide in the middle. Each time, his cock hits that spot inside of me, like lightning striking, the pleasure hissing through me. He snarls and hunches over me, pounding me into the bed, his thrusts coming faster, fiercer, harder.
I scream as I collapse onto my front. He falls with me, taking me savagely, drilling me into the mattress. Leaving me helps. All I can do is take the pleasure.
Clawing back, I manage to hold onto his leg, digging my fingernails into his thigh.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He pounds into me harder with each word. I no longer have to hope I’m doing it right.
I know.
Something magical is happening between us, our bodies guiding us, all doubt drifting away.
“I need your tits again,” he snarls. “Fuck. Roll over.”
I do as he says quickly. There’s nothing like pleasing my man, hearing how obsessed he is with me.
Nobody else exists, just me.
He slides back into me, his eyes fixated on my breasts.
Time drifts away, meaningless, pointless.
All that exists is the next thrust, the next contact with that ultra sensitive spot.
I slide my hands from his shoulder to his face, cradling it, and staring into his eyes. He meets my gaze and I can read the hunger there. And, beneath it, the love.
Love?
I don’t know how else to describe it.
The pressure in my core is growing, my walls fluttering.
Our eyes completely melt into each other as we move together. I can’t look away. He stares at me, into me, and suddenly it’s like we’re not two people anymore.
Our bodies are moving like a single entity, as we thrust and buck.
I dig my fingernails into him, feeling the tension in his body, as his wolfish eyes devour me.
It’s like he can’t look away, couldn’t look away even if his life depended on it. He’s staring like no other woman could ever compare.
My center gives a tight twinge, my insides burning up ready for the inevitable. I can feel him expanding inside of me. He swells until it’s all I can feel, him, my man, my future husband.
“Ah, ah, ah,” I cry.
“Come,” he growls, the word coming out hollow and jagged, as though he has to force it between his twisted lips. “Come. On. My. Dick.”
I scream as the pleasure erupts. My walls pulse in time with my jackhammer heart, wave upon wave of lust sliding down his cock. I can’t take it as I drive my hips into his, the sheets sticking to my back.
There’s no room for nervousness here, no space for self-doubt. All that matters is this moment, the starry expansion of our euphoria, as my pussy sends creamy wetness sliding down his length over and over again.
He snarls and leans down, trying to kiss me, but then I feel his body go taut and I know he’s not going to be able to. We’re both too swept up in a tidal wave, his seed rising up his shaft.
As the orgasm grips me – every piece of my attention locks on the heat between my legs – I’m sure I can feel his seed surging up his shaft.
It’s impossible. There’s no way I can feel it.
Objectively, I know that.
And yet it doesn’t matter what’s objectively true.
Our future is rising.
He grunts as he thrust even deeper, making my fluttering walls expand around him, as even more cream gushes out of me.
He rears back, veins bulging all over his body, pressing against his muscled flesh.
My orgasm comes to a spasming halt as he unloads inside of me, his mouth opening in a primal roar.