She wasn’t going to come from sex her first time. She’d probably already made up her mind about it and nothing I’d do was going to change that. But I was glad she didn’t seem to be hating it. A few more times and I’d have her coming all over me.
I’d get her addicted to my cock, so when I came home from the dealership or some stressful bullshit, she’d be waiting by the door, salivating for me. No more empty house, or logging hours at some bar while I had to convince some lame girl to let me get my dick wet. None of the girls I’d found compared to the one I was currently inside. And she was mine.
Mine alone.
I jammed my hands under Oksana, between her back and the mattress, and railed into her tight pussy. I couldn’t wait to come inside her. Would my cum scald her raw insides? Was she already sore from taking all of me? It made my dick insanely hard.
The plan was to take my time, but I couldn’t hold it back. My hips moved faster than I wanted them to, responding to the driving need in my balls. I’d swear I’d been waiting a lifetime to fuck her, and now my body demanded satisfaction. It wouldn’t settle for anything less, and no more delaying the inevitable.
“Aw, fuck,” I groaned, crossing a point I couldn’t return from. This shit was about to happen, and once the decision was made, I went at her full force. I pistoned in and out of her, slamming our bodies together in a series of loud slaps. She gasped with each one. Her nails dug into my ass, holding on.
The orgasm erupted, spewing my pleasure deep inside her as I slowed to a jerky stop. My arms shook as I cased her body, trying not to smother Oksana with all of my weight. The orgasm hit me in waves, rocking back and forth like a seesaw of hot and cold bliss, slowing down on every turn until I could breathe again and hear over the blood roaring in my ears.
Her rapid breathing decelerated, and I buried my nose in the side of her neck, letting her hair tickle my face. She smelled good. Her skin was warm and soft, and it was crazy how comfortable I was right this very second. My cock was still lodged inside her. My sweaty chest stuck to hers.
I was tempted to stay here. I’d get hard again and maybe this time I’d make her ride me. Would she like feeling like she was in control, even if it was an illusion? But we couldn’t stay like this. I hadn’t eaten since lunch and was starving.
When I moved off her, I rolled onto my side, lying next to her on the spread-out robe. I’d thrown it down on the bed so we wouldn’t make a mess, but she’d barely bled. Her gaze was locked on the ceiling, so I grabbed her chin and pulled her head toward me.
Her face was blank. Not traumatized, or nervous, or even bored. Just . . . empty. Unease tightened uncomfortably in my chest. I shouldn’t care, but for some reason, I did. “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” she said. “Now that it’s over, I wish I hadn’t made such a big deal about it in my head.”
Did this chick just tell me that sleeping with me wasn’t a big deal? Anger flexed its muscles, stretching out as it prepared to take up residence. I was awesome at sex. A fantastic fuck. “You want me to make it a big deal? Next time, I will,” I threatened.
Her eyes went wide. “I didn’t mean it like that.” She rolled onto her side, facing me. “When are we . . . going to do that again?”
Anger disappeared faster than a snap of fingers. I had her flat on her back and was over her, my mouth attacking hers. I kissed her harder than I’d ever kissed another girl before. Usually I used it as a tool. A weapon to get what I wanted, but with Oksana . . . I didn’t.
I kissed her just for the hell of it.
Because you like her.
She was gorgeous, and talented, and I found her fascinating. She looked so pure and good on the outside, but inside she was dark like me. An evil creature dressed up in pretty packaging.
We made out, which was weird as fuck because usually the kissing came before the sex, but whatever. Maybe I hadn’t liked kissing before. It was a chore to get to the good part, except with her . . . it was a good part.
My stomach growled and finally I climbed off her. “Stay there.”
I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself off, and when I came back, I leaned against the door frame, crossing my arms. She’d followed my order, but had also pulled the robe on, covering herself.