She moved her other hand between my legs as she worked my shaft, cradling and massaging my balls in her palm and teasing my perineum with her fingertips. I groaned into her mouth and breathed her name again. God her touch felt like velvet as she stroked my cock.
When she lowered her mouth, kissing her way along my jaw I heard her say, “I want you inside me Savage,” she whispered into my neck. “Not your fingers this time.”
I growled.
Without a word, I grabbed her hips and turned her, switching places again, pressing her back against the cabin wall. Jess guided my cock with one hand and pressed the tip between her labia, slicking it in her own juices as I grabbed her leg, hooking my arm under it and lifting her for a better angle.
My cock twitched in her hand, as she positioned the tip at her wet entrance. I groaned into her mouth while my fingers gripped the back of her neck. With the barest movement of my hips, she opened for me and I slammed home.
She was so fucking wet, so fucking hot as her walls squeezed around my cock. Pumping furiously into her, she held onto me for dear life while both of our bodies were consumed with each other. From that first time in the woods out behind the clubhouse, I knew I never wanted to fuck another living soul but her. She was it for me. My sexy stubborn, non-communicative woman. She could rail at me, scream at me, slap the fuck out of me and I wouldn’t care as long as I could sink into her fucking hot pussy.
My free hand moved to her breast again, kneading, caressing and pinching her nipple. Her other breast bounced as my thrusts shook her. Her arms clung around my neck while she sucked my tongue into her mouth.
I picked up the pace as she gave herself over to me. My cock worked deep inside her and my fingers dug into her flesh. She gasped weak cries of desire that were stolen away by my mouth as I kissed her.
I shifted my position and let go of the leg I held up, allowing her to stand flat on the floor again. She whimpered as I pulled my cock out of her. My hands moved to her hips, as I quickly turned her to face the wall. My hands ran up her back while she raised her arms to lean with her palms against the wooden wall. I pressed myself against her back. My fingers twisted in her hair, as she turned her head to kiss me.
I kissed her lips, her jaw, her neck. My feet widened her stance. With my cock in my other hand, I found her wet core and slammed back in.
Jess moaned as my arm locked her in place and my fingers sought her clit once more. The pleasure built inside her immediately, her clit still sensitive.
I thrust into her with determination. My fingers moved frantically between her legs while I tugged her hair. My mouth was hot on her neck and shoulder, licking and sucking her skin.
“You are mine, Jess,” I grunted, “You’ve always been mine.”
Not giving her a chance to respond, I pounded into her desperately, my heavy breathing matching her lustful moans. She grasped at the wall with her fingers as I ravaged her body. She tried to be quiet but couldn’t help herself. Even as she fought for breath, elated shrieks burst from her throat. She slapped one hand over her mouth while she came with a shuddering cry. God, I loved hearing her scream, knowing I was the one who brought her to this outcome.
I moved my hand from between her legs but didn’t slow my thrusting. I grasped her hips again, holding her steady and she succumbed to me as I used her for my own pleasure. Guttural sounds emanated from my throat while I plowed into her, then growled her name one last time when my balls tightened, shooting jet after jet of my seed deep into her womb. I grunted over and over as I emptied myself into her body.
Panting and out of breath, I lowered my head to her shoulders
“Jess,” I breathed heavily, sated and happy.
“Yes,” she gasped.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”