I run my hands up his chest, smearing paint as I go. His hand grabs one of my breasts, leaving behind his print. He dips his head down and sucks on my nipple sending waves of pleasure through my body. I gasp when his teeth graze over my sensitive peek. One of my hands is against the wall, while the other is in his hair holding on. His grip on my waist gets harder, making me weak.
"Manhandle me, Troy." My voice comes out breathy.
He slowly rises, his tongue sweeps across his bottom lip.
"Are you sure about that?" he asks. I see a twinkle of delight flash across his face.
"I'm positive. I need it rough. Right now."
Chapter twelve
Chrissy
Troywastesnotime.He grabs me and swings me to the floor. When I go down, my hand hits the side of the roller pan. It tips up on its side and spills. Troy lifts himself and looks at the paint that is now running down the side of my body. He swipes his fingertips through it, then down the center of my torso.
My jaw drops.
"What?" he asks. "I told you the color looks good on you."
I grab the back of his neck with the hand that landed in the paint and pull him down to me.
"Looks good on you, too."
He smirks. I reach my other hand down and unbutton his jeans. He leans up while I push the waistband of his pants and briefs down, then he does the rest to get them off. I grab his length, moaning at the thought of him inside me. I smear his precum around the tip of his penis, and he catches my lip in his teeth.
"Stop that." His voice low and hot.
My hand stills. I bring both up in surrender. He gets on his knees and grabs both my wrists bringing them above my head and pushes them to the ground. His head lowering next to mine, his lips graze the shell of my ear.
"You do as I say now,” he says.
Chills run down my body. I nod my head, and he backs onto his knees, I leave my hands where he put them. He grabs my hips and lifts me to him, rubbing the head of his penis along my slick center. Then he pushes in, spreading me, filling me. My back arches, lifting even closer to him making him sink in further.
I watch his body as the push and pull of his penis caresses me. His thumb circles around my clit, making me moan his name. He starts thrusting faster, and my orgasm grows. My body starts to quake. He pushes in hard then stops, slowly pulling out.
He puts his finger in the air and twirls it. "Flip," he demands.
I start to, but then he grabs my hips, making the movement faster. Then he pulls me up so I am on my knees. He pushes hard into me.
"Fuck, Chrissy. I'm not going to be able to hold back."
I get up onto my hands and push my ass into him.
"I don't want you to."
His hands slide from my ass to my upper back and he pushes me down into the floor, my ass still in the air. I reach my hands out in front of me and grab onto the plastic, my boobs smashing down into the paint.
Troy grabs my hips and pounds into me hard. His fingers weave through my hair and he pulls my head up. I start to bring my body up, but he uses his other hand to push me back down. I let him lift only my head. Then his body is against mine, covering my back.
His teeth sink into my back, my hands clutch tighter onto the plastic floor covering.
"Oh, fuck yes, Troy," I moan out.
He moves to the other side and bites down, my head still back, his hand holding my hair. His other hand snakes around my front and grabs my breast and squeezes my nipple between his fingers. The pain makes the pleasure radiate through my body.
He releases my hair, and his hands push hard against my back as they drag to my hips. He digs his fingers into my skin and fucks me without remorse. I can feel my orgasm flowing through my body. When his fingers find my clit, he presses hard. My body explodes with pressure.
"Oh God, Troy. Don't stop."