She pulls down my jeans and briefs before pushing me to sit on the couch. Straddling my legs, she lines herself up on top of me. “Hard and fast, Nate. Got it?”
I stare up into her eyes as both our chests rise as fall in sync. I’ve come to discover that losing all control doesn’t have to mean it’s emotionless. In fact, it can be quite the opposite. But while I love hard and fast, and sometimes even rough, I wasn’t kidding when I said I preferred to make love to my girl.
But right now, that’s not what Cory wants. And who am I to argue?
“Got it!” I grunt, rocking my hips up as she grinds down, burying me to the hilt. We both cry out in pleasure and pause for a second, adjusting to the depth, before all bets are off.
Cory digs her nails into my back as I bite down on her nipple and rock into her. When I roll my hips to change the angle, she grips my hair, almost ripping it from my head, and screams.
I thrust up into her as hard as she’s pushing back, and when I feel that she's close, I pull her off my lap and flip her around until she’s up on her fours. I rip her thong free from her body and pound into her again. She whimpers and drops to her elbows, burying her face in the couch. “Yes, Nate. Harder.”
I slam into her over and over, working us both into a hot sweat as the sound of our bodies slapping together fills the air. When Cory tightens around me, I pull her up until her back is flush with my chest and wrap one hand around her neck as the other goes between her legs. She screams out in ecstasy, and I join her in her release. “Fuck, Cory, Fuck… Yes! Oh, God!” I cry out and shudder, in awe of the beautiful girl before me.
“Nope, it’s just me,” she whispers as we both collapse on the couch. I can’t help the laugh that bursts out of me as I snuggle into her side.
Yep, I’m going to marry this girl as soon as possible. Maybe even tomorrow…