Her gaze darkened, hitting mine with a possessiveness I could feel in my balls.
“Lucky for you,Chuck, relentless fucking is my new favorite pastime. Now stop stalling and get to fucking. My pussy is already pulsing and calling out for some dick.”
I didn’t care that she used my real name. If this woman wanted to be fucked, then I was going to fuck her.
She spread her legs, allowing my cock to find the space that separated her two nether lips. They suctioned around me as I slid inside, enjoying how the rain and thunder covered her desperate cries as my cock spread her needy pussy.
“That’s it, baby girl. Tell me how good it feels.”
Her fingers bit into the rough bark, breaking the brittle exterior until it was nothing but splinters in her hands.
“OH, FUCK YES!” she cried out as my hand pulled back on her hair, my other cupping her breast to tease it with my fingers. Her hand covered mine, making me squeeze the pillowy bags of flesh that were swelling with desire.
“Harder!” she demanded.
I wasn’t going to let her down. Shasta deserved to be thoroughly fucked, and I had just the cock to do it.
My thrusting increased, the cut of my hips smacking against her wet thighs as I pumped in and out of her. There was barely an inch separating our two bodies, but that didn’t stop me from owning her pussy like it belonged to me.
She clenched me on the inside, forcing my hand to tear at her tits until it was worked out of the loose fabric and exposed. My fingers dug into the rounded mound, her nipples stretching as I pulled them harder.
“Fuck, I’m going to come!” she screeched, her walls clamping down like a vise. “Don’t you stop, Clash. Don’t you dare stop until I fucking come.”
“Don’t worry, baby girl. I’m not stopping until you explode around my cock.”
We both kept up with each other, our insistent moans snuffed by the growling thunder that roared above us. Bolts of lightning streaked across the sky, but the danger of it did nothing to stop us. We were too far gone, too absorbed in pleasing the other, to let a storm get in our way.
“Pull my hair again,” she instructed. “Bend me backwards until you can kiss my lips and choke me with your tongue.”
Jesus fuck. What was this girl doing to me?
I tugged her head backwards, ripping it down until she was bent in an obscene angle and her lips were mine to capture.
She opened her mouth so freely, allowing me to thrust my tongue deep into her throat, suffocating her euphoric scream as she became pure putty in my hands.
Then she just let it all release. Her orgasm ripped through her like a goddamn wild cat, consuming her as she clenched and milked my cock of all the sperm left inside of me. The second I felt her explosion, one of my own erupted out of me, filling her with my seed.
Our moans became one, the unbridled desire turning into an animalistic need to claim each other. She may belong to Sabbath, but in that moment, Shasta Hall was mine.
Fuck the Hall Passes.
Fuck the blackmail.
The woman was mine to claim, and no other man could take that away from me.
Not Sabbath.
Not Snyder.
No one.
But before I could lay my claim and let the woman know that she was mine and mine only, she pulled away from me, turning in my arms until her dark brown irises met mine.
Her smile was so innocent and coy, like whatever she was about to say was going to be the most profound and dick hardening thing in the world.
But her words did nothing to harden my cock… no… they fucking wounded my fragile little ego.
“Two down… six left to go.”