“Too much, kitten?” I chuckle into her ear, thrusting into her slowly but so deeply I almost lift her off the ground with my hips.
“Never,” she breathes and bucks her delicious ass at my cock.
That ass…
I want to fuck it.
I will.
Just the sight of it makes me dizzy, my groin rubbing against the split of it.
I bring my hand to her chin and turn it to capture her lips in a kiss. I dominate it. I want to eat her alive, feed her my cock and let those lips suck on it just like she greedily latches onto my mouth right now.
Her hands go up above her head and tangle in my hair, pulling it.
I fuck Kat slower this time, palming her tits that fit perfectly into my hands. Dark pleasure surges through me, making my balls tighten.
I want to talk dirty to her.
I want her to talk back.
I want to have my way, fuck her in all the holes I can find.
But this is my first taste of her. And I know it won’t be the last one. Because no girl ever unhinged me like this.
I slide my hand down her front and between her legs. My cock is pumping into her with a calculated rhythm, her warm wet pussy squeezing it tightly. I can go at it as long as needed for her to come again.
My fingers reach her plump clit, and the feel of it makes me groan like it’s a button that’s connected to my cock.
She pulls her mouth away from mine and opens her legs wider for me, giving me better access.
I love how she adjusts her body without an ounce of shame to receive pleasure. I’ve pleasured her once before. She pretended like she didn’t come. Knowing how fast she can bring herself to a peak, I’m pretty sure she lied.
“A little liar,” I murmur. “That time during the escort party, I know you came on my fingers.”
A chuckle comes out of her pretty mouth, and I pull out and thrust into her slower, but deeper, holding her up on my cock. “Next time”—I pull out and do it again —“I will edge you until you learn not to mess with my head.”
“Next time?” she murmurs and right away whimpers as I apply more pressure to her clit.
Yeah, kitten. Next time. And the one after that. And one more.
I rub her faster. Her moans are like a song. I’ll make her sing an aria for me next time.
“Archer,” she exhales barely audibly.
I’m pretty sure she didn’t mean to say my name. But I love it. I drive harder into her and work her pussy with my fingers, concentrating on her little gasps and whimpers until the pool area echoes with her repeated cries. She throws her head back against my shoulder, and her entire body shudders in orgasm.
“Good girl,” I grunt, burying my face in her warm neck as I pump into her pussy until I blow into her and can’t fucking stop, shoving in again and again, the dark pleasure rolling with such intensity that my thighs lock.
I finally stop—holy fuck—wanting to say something snarky but unable to calm my breath.
For a moment, my chest rubs against her back as I breathe hard, my arms wrapped around her and holding her tight against me. Both of us are on our knees, our feet in the water. It feels like an embrace, but it’s anything but. We are here for sex. And we just need this moment to recuperate.
Except, her body feels like it was made to mold with mine. I am used to skinny girls. She has more curves, and it feels… perfect.
No.
Not gonna go there.