“Does it make you feel horny?” he murmurs softly, his eyes glued to my tits.
I look down at them and find that I’m kneading the right one. I can’t believe I didn’t feel that. My fingers pull on the nipple and I bite my lip, blinking up at him and whimpering. Showing him how much I need him.
“And slutty, too,” I whisper.
His jaw clamps and his stomach tightens up. I feel it when my ass hits it as he bottoms out. Still, he pumps in and out slowly, lazily, like we have all the time in the world and our lust isn’t driving us to the edge of insanity.
“God, Zach, go faster,” I beg him, trying to push back my hips.
But he has such a hold on my body that I can’t move if he doesn’t want me to. And he doesn’t. “No, not when it can hurt you.”
“It won’t.”
“Shut up, Blue.”
He keeps torturing me with his slow, long pumps when I want him ramming into me. I want him jamming his big dick in my tiny, swollen hole so I can feel it forever.
So I can feel him fucking me when he’s gone and I’m lying in my bed, crying for him.
Because I know I’ll cry. I’ll pine.
I’ll dream about him for the rest of my days.
Frustrated, I clench my internal muscles, try to grip him harder, tell him that I don’t care about the little hurt.
All I care about is him and his cock.
Zach stares at me accusingly as his perfect rhythm stutters.
“Blue,” he warns, slapping my ass.
Like I’m a bad girl.
Maybe I am. I am a bad seed. Possessive and crazy and desperate for him.
So I do it again. In fact, I do him one better.
With the last of my strength, I pull myself up and away from the door. I arch my spine and plaster my shoulders over his chest before winding my arms around his neck.
His dick seems even deeper this way, with me standing up and him lodged inside from behind. My ass presses into his pelvis and I grind my hips, and despite himself he grinds back with a grunting breath.
I turn my face and tell him, “You can’t torture me like this, you know. You promised.”
“Promised what?”
“That you’ll fuck me like I’m your slut.”
Zach grabs my tits in both hands and squeezes them so hard that the moan that comes out of me is the loudest yet. “Yeah? You want everyone else to think you’re my slut too? Because if I fuck you like that, Blue, you’ll be screaming the roofs down. Your Mrs. S won’t be the only person to know what you do for me. How you serve me.”
Why does that arouse me so much?
Why do I want him to make me scream when I know the consequences?
My brain is melting and so is my body. And right now, I don’t care enough about it to analyze.
All I want is to get fucked.
“I don’t care.” I roll my head from side to side as I breathe out, “I know you’ll cover my mouth when I scream. I know you’ll keep me safe.”