But he does.
I don’t know where he gets control from with everything being so damn crazy. I don’t know how he does it, but he pulls out of me and sets me down, turning me to face the wall.
Slipping his arm around my waist, he pulls me to him, grabs my hips, and plunges inside me again.
“I want to fuck you this way, Bellissima. I want to see your perfect ass as I fuck you.” His dirty words track through me, and I reach up so I can circle my arm around his neck while he pounds into me.
“Fuck me, James.”
“Don’t worry, baby, I will. I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t forget this night.”
He does, and my grip slips.
I can no longer take the moment I had to savor the feel of his cock driving into me.
He starts fucking me hard, speeding up to a furious pace that makes me reach forward to clutch what I can of the wall. My fingers scratch against concrete, coming away with nothing as he takes me and grabs my hips harder, pounding into me.
My hair falls forward over my face, and my mouth opens. I come hard, and the grip of my pussy walls around his cock spearing me grips him too.
“Oh fuck!” he growls, and he comes. His cock spasms inside me, and although he’s wearing a condom, I feel the warmth of his cum heat up my passage.
We stay like that for a few minutes until his pumps slow to a stop and he pulls out of me.
He doesn’t let go though.
He holds me, but I wonder what we’ll do now.
The kiss he plants on my shoulder answers my question.
He pulls me to his chest, slick with our sweat, and presses his head to mine.
“I need more…” he whispers.
“More?” I chance looking back at him, and he kisses the bridge of my nose.
“I’m not ready to stop playing the game yet. Come home with me.”
My eyes widen. There’s no question of what my answer will be.
“Yes.”