“No way. Not until you let go again, baby.” I press down hard on her clit and she grinds into my hand. I feel her muscles tighten around my fingers. Her walls start to ripple and her legs quiver, tightening on my hips until I can barely draw a deep breath. Then without warning, she screams and her spine stiffens. Her legs shake and she almost falls right off me. Her head falls back and she groans, low and primal. Her release rushes over my hand and I’m so turned on I could easily pound nails with my aching rod.
“Please,” she whimpers, so limp in my arms that she’s propped against the wall just to stay upright. Her eyes sparkle behind half-closed lids.
“Yeah, baby girl. I’ve got you.” I slide my cock through her folds, getting it nice and juicy. Then I start to slide into her wet heat so slowly that she hisses through her teeth.
“Yes. Oh my god, yes. That feels so good.” I push hard and then slide out over and over until I’ve worked my dick into her tight tunnel and I’m buried balls-deep in her.
“Fuck yeah. Oh shit! You’re so tight and wet, baby girl. You’re choking my dick and I’ve never felt anything better.”
“More,” she chokes out, her voice breaking on a sob. Her nails dig into my back and she moves her hips around on my cock. Stars dance behind my eyes and I have to start baseball stats in my head so I don’t come too quick.
“Now. I need you now.” I build a slow, steady rhythm with my hips, circling once or twice at no particular time. Just enough to break up the speed so that I don’t come in seconds.
She hisses out a breath through clenched teeth. “Bastard. I want you to fuck me. Stop playing with me.”
“Whatever you want, princess.”
I ram into her and her back hits the wall. Then all hell breaks loose.
Chapter Six: Harvey
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He’s ramming me into the wall again and again and my legs won’t stay locked. They’re shaking too hard. I can’t breathe and my nails are shredding his back, ripping his shirt over his head.
“I need you, please. Now. I need you now!” I growl when he pulls out and then pushes back in so slowly, I can feel every single inch of him entering me. “I feel so damn full, Jeremiah. So full.”
He laughs lightly and pushes me higher up the wall when my legs slip off his waist again. I can’t think. Can’t breathe. Can’t do anything but feel. The spiral of tension builds higher and faster in my belly until he drags his dick along my walls again and I can’t stop it.
“Oh my god, yes!” I scream and thrash around on him, my legs tightening until he grunts in pain.
But he doesn’t stop. Just grinds into me harder and then stops, his dick buried deep in my fluttering pussy.
He’s panting and grunting and I can feel his cock swelling inside me. But he doesn’t come and I’m practically sobbing now.
“Please,” I whine, my voice cracking and my body so exhausted that I can’t even lift my head from his shoulder. Sweat pours off his back and chest and I’m scrabbling to stay upright, to not slip off.
“You want to come, baby girl.”
“Please no more. I’m begging you. I can’t. I just can’t.” I’m wrung out and ready to fall apart.
He just gives me a wicked smile. “Nope. You need to come one more time before I do.” Then he reaches down between our bodies and unerringly finds my clit, grinding his thumb down on the sensitive nub. My body tenses and then all I can see are stars and fireworks behind my closed eyelids.
“Shit! Oh my…”. Then he slams into me again and again. His thick cock hits so far back that I feel like he’s part of me.
He ruts into me again and again against that wall until the picture on the wall hits the floor and shatters at our feet. Then he stills and jerks. Gruff, dirty words against my ears and his release paints my spasming walls.
“Oh, fuck. Oh yeah, baby girl. Damn you feel so good!” He pulls out and then he almost falls to the floor and I tip over in his arms but he catches me before I hit the floor, throwing me over his shoulder.
“What the hell, Jeremiah? What are you doing?” I squeal.
“There’s no way you’re getting down on that floor. There’s glass all over the place.”
I open my eyes and groan, feeling tears sting my eyes when I realize it’s my parent’s picture that’s fallen to the floor and it’s been shredded by the glass shards until there’s almost nothing left of it.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I’ll see if I can get it fixed.”
“It’s alright,” I sigh. I can already tell that it’s toast. I can barely tell that they’re human faces let alone that it’s my parents in the picture.