The next instant, we were both kissing each other fast and furiously. He crushed my wrists in a bone-breaking grip, but I didn’t care. I kissed him for all the wrong reasons at the store, but this time was nothing but pure passion.
The heat and ravenous craving of that abortive encounter exploded beyond every limit, and I felt his package stabbing between my legs. He pumped down into me while his tongue lashed my mouth again and again.
I devoured his lips, trying to keep up with his greedy kisses. Fuck, I wanted him! Making out with him in the store and letting him bury his fingers in me was nothing compared to this. I wanted it all. I wanted him to take me right now.
I tried to pry my legs apart to get him between my legs, but his knees stopped me. Aching, throbbing need swelled my pussy to sobbing wetness, but he still didn’t let me up.
He wrenched my arms above my head and pinned my wrists together under one mighty fist. He ripped down my T-shirt and raked my bra cup off my nipple. I moaned and whined and heaved feeling the torturous waves of insane desire blasting me apart.
He tore off my mouth and dove for my chest without releasing my wrists. His cruel teeth nicked my nipple through my T-shirt, and I lost my mind with desire. My channel pulsated to get him inside me, but I couldn’t even spread my legs.
He gnawed at my nipple, and his cruel hands holding my arms above my head rocketed me into a frenzy. I struggled against his grip, moaning and crying in his ear. Did he hear how much I wanted him right now?
I wanted him to ravish my body for all he was worth. I wanted him to take me the way he wanted to in the store. I wanted him to feel how much I wanted him so he would know it wasn’t a joke or a game or a trick.
He yanked up my shirt and stripped up my bra to expose both breasts for his enjoyment. He moved over to the other one and mauled me with his free hand. Every touch seared my skin and drove me insane.
He groped down my side to my sweatpants, tugged down one corner, and weaseled his fingers between my legs. He still pinned my thighs together with his knees, and that resistance excited me beyond endurance.
He circled my clitoris a few times and then snaked his fat fingers into my swollen tissues. I screamed when he plunged in, pumping his knuckles hard against my clitoris. I shrieked in a devastating spike of orgasm, but he clamped his lips over my mouth to silence me.
I rode down on those massive fingers, and my honey gushed all over his hand as the convulsions seized me. He nipped my lips and circled my tongue with his. Being restrained and held down on the bed thrilled me as never before. It felt so damn wicked and dirty and forbidden.
I moaned and gasped in his mouth as the wave crested, but the instant it started to ebb, he lifted off my thighs.
He rotated to one side, flipped me onto my stomach, and straddled my thighs again from behind. Before I could think twice, he flattened his weight on top of me from behind and plowed his raging prick into my ass.
I gasped and panted, realizing what he was about to do. Could I handle this? My delirious brain reeled on the brink between insanity and the most mind-blowing pleasure of my life.
He grabbed my sweatpants and yanked them down, along with my panties. He twisted around and bit into my bare ass hard enough to make me yelp.
He crammed his hot mouth against my ear and hissed low. “Take that as a warning, and don’t make me spank you.”
He smashed me into the mattress while he pushed my T-shirt and bra up to my neck. He scooped under my chest and pinched my nipple hard enough to make me moan again. Everything he did felt so fucking hot and impossibly arousing.
I never thought I could like it rough like this, but the rougher he got, the more eager and insatiable I felt. I arched my back to shove my ass into that wicked spike digging into my ass.
“Oh, yeah, baby!” he snarled. “You know you want it hard like that, don’t you? I’m gonna make you beg for it the way you did in the dressing room.”
“Dominic…” I moaned. Fuck, it felt amazing to say his name in the throes of passion.
“Yeah, baby. You’re gonna take it, aren’t you?”
He pushed my sweats down, and then I felt it. His naked cock touched my ass. Did I make him that hard?
He scooted just a few inches down my thighs, reared back, and stabbed into the moist, hot, wet slit buried between my legs. He didn’t allow me to spread them to make room for him, and my thighs squeezed my pussy closed tight around his shaft.
He glided into the lubricated channel pulsating and twitching for him, and I groaned in agony. Fuck, he felt so good!
He pumped in hard, and his hips smacked against my upraised ass. He grunted with every thrust, and my pussy felt amazing clamped tight around his rod.
He held my wrists above my head and started pounding me into the mattress. I yelped and squealed as every vicious thrust carried me into another crescendo rising to the most incredible climax of my life. Was this really happening?
He leaned over me from behind, but instead of whispering filthy words in my ear, he twisted my head around and caught me in another devouring kiss.
I craned my head around, grasping at his mouth for my very life. I needed him. I needed him to carry me to the stars, but I needed to kiss him at the same time. I needed to know he wanted me like that.
His breathing quickened, and he kissed me harder with his strokes. Was he about to cum? The idea of him cumming into me from behind excited me more than anything, and I started to lose control again.