Our tongues intertwine and seconds later we’re face fucking, a wet mess of violent kisses.
But he wants more. So much more.
Releasing our union he slides back down to the junction of my thighs, grabbing one hamstring and pushing it back until my foot is behind my head.
My other leg wraps around his back, his shoulder pressing my knee outward, opening me even more, giving his mouth more access to the inside of my body.
He tongues my folds and then splits them with a swipe forward and then back.
My eyes roll back in my head and I moan loudly, telling myself to shut up or I’m going to blow it.
But when he blows against my sex my worries fly out the window.
He squeezes my ass hard and then in one unpredicted move he flips me over.
“This is for using that party to try and make me jealous. It fucking worked, but you still need to be punished for what you did.”
I say nothing because I don’t have a chance to.
His hand rises up quickly and comes down right on my right cheek, the sound of flesh on flesh clear.
Leaving his hand there he palms my ass meat, rubbing the rough tip of his finger into my skin, getting deep and massaging my glute.
The sting of the slap reverberates through my body but the soothing massage overrides it.
“I’m sorry for being a bad girl,” I say in a voice even more youthful than my eighteen years.
“Lucky for you this kind of punishment is all pleasure.”
He rears back and slaps my other cheek, repeating the process, but this time massaging me even more aggressively, each of my globes separating at one point that I’m sure he sees right down into my forbidden hole.
“I’ll be claiming this later,” he announces as if reading my mind. “But first, there’s something else on my mind. Something I can’t stop obsessing over.”
Punishment complete, he flips me back over onto my back, spreads my legs with both hands, and licks me as dry as he can yet again, my pussy drenched from his disciplinary action.
Wasting no more time he slides out of his olive green nylon short shorts and stares down at me.
“I’m not fucking around here, Sadie. We do this, there's no going back. This is it. You’re mine. Forever. You understand me?”
“I understand you and I want it.You’reall I ever wanted. You’ve always been my fantasy, now make that a reality and take me so hard there’s no clue who I belong to.”
“Fuck,” he grunts, lining the tip of his spear up with my opening.
“Don’t forget to breathe,” he says. “Three…two….” Unable to hold on any longer he slides his thick inches inside me, splitting me like wet pine.
I suck in a sharp breath of air at the intruding rod that feels hot as lava, thick as a pipe, and hard as a flag pole.
“So. Fucking. Tight,” he grits out. “So. Close. To. Popping. Already.”
“Do it. Fill me with your come,” I demand, taking in the strained, painful look on his face, guessing my own looks somewhat similar.
Slowly he guides his hips back and his dick slides out of me as he takes a couple of deep breaths. “Fuck this is like a camel passing through the eye of a needle.”
“Soren,” I protest his use of that analogy right now, but he quickly fills me in.
“Use it all the time in Afghanistan, because it makes sense. Wasn’t thinking about…about…anything other than making you mine. Now, where were we?”
He fists his manhood, lining the bulbous purple head with my opening a second time but this time he slides in slowly, allowing each and every one of my nerve endings an experience they’ve never felt before.