Gripping her hips, he tossed her off his dick, forcing her to land on the sofa beside him. He’d taken her completely by surprise, yet she didn’t protest. Slamming his dick back inside her, he grunted out as her tight pussy swallowed him down. James had found fucking heaven. There was no question about it. Cora’s pussy was heaven.
“I didn’t have you as a missionary man,” she said.
If he was honest with himself, he hated the missionary position. He much preferred to fuck a woman without looking at her. The moment he started to fuck them while looking into their eyes, they got all weird and shit around him.
Holding her hands above her head, he watched her giggle.
“Oh, you’re going to hold me down, James?” she asked.
The twinkle in her eye had him laughing. She really wasn’t like any woman he’d ever been with.
He pulled out of her pussy only to slam back inside her. Over and over, he slammed inside her going as deep as the position would allow.
She moaned, arching up against him, even fighting his hold on her.
James held her down with ease, taking what he wanted, not caring if he hurt her just a little bit. A tiny bit of pain could go a long way.
You want her to remember you.
He didn’t even want to think about why he wanted that to happen. It didn’t make any sense to him whatsoever. He wasn’t the kind of man who wanted a woman to remember him. The last thing he wanted was to get close to a woman.
None of those women though, had been anything like Cora. None of them ever called him out on shit.
Last night when she’d pretty much pissed on him and Pixie, he’d been so fucking turned on. He didn’t really have much choice in following her. Pixie had lost interest in her. The moment he had to w
ork at pussy, he lost interest. James hadn’t lost interest. He wanted her, and now that he was having her, it didn’t feel like he was ever going to want to walk away.
Fuck, he was not going to turn into some kind of pussy, chasing after a pussy that really wasn’t his own.
“Please, James, I need to come,” she said, moaning.
Pushing her hands above her head, he caressed her pussy with his free hand, while still driving inside her.
Each time he flicked her clit, she shuddered against him, whimpering. He was so close to coming himself. Her pussy started to pulse, squeezing him in little flutters as he rode her hard, forcing her to take every inch of his dick.
She came over his cock, and James followed her, filling the condom with his cum. They both cried out their releases, and the sound echoed off the walls. The scent of sex was heavy in the air as he collapsed over her. He’d fucked a lot of women in his time, and not one of them had left him feeling like this.
“I needed that,” she said, panting.
“I’ve wanted that since you walked out on me last night.” He still held her captive to the sofa. James released her long enough to move off the sofa. He landed on his ass. All feeling had gone from his body. Not once had he had an orgasm that left him like that.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, chuckling.
“Baby, you fucking ruined me.”
Her chuckles deepened, and something changed in James. He didn’t like it, not at all.
“You got a bathroom somewhere?”
“Yeah, down the corridor. Knock yourself out.”
She closed her eyes, resting her palm against her head. He checked out her wrists to see they would bruise.
Leaving her alone, he went to the bathroom to take care of the condom. He removed the latex, throwing it in the trash can. Washing his face, and then his dick, he dried up on a towel, taking it out with him. When he returned to the sitting room, he saw it was empty. Their clothes had been dumped on the chair opposite the sofa.
He listened, and followed the sound of her movements.
She was filling a kettle when he entered.