“More… AJ…” I moan again, already lost in the sensation.
“My greedy girl… my good greedy girl,” he rumbles as he slips a second finger inside, and I bite my bottom lip as my hips continue to grind on him. He lowers his head to my shoulder again, and he nips my skin, his teeth marking me a little before he licks and kisses the spot and runs his mouth up my neck to my ear.
“Now, promise me, sweetheart…” he starts, his fingers still moving in and out of me painfully slow. “Promise me you won’t turn up to another fight.” I moan as I try again to find the friction I need.
“No… I want to watch you,” I murmur, my eyes closed, enjoying his fingers, his hard body right behind me, crowding me, keeping me safe and cocooned.
“Hmmmm, wrong answer…” Removing his finger, he lazily circles my clit. My body is almost in agony as he moves so slow when my body needs hard and fast. He knows what he is doing, and it is frustrating beyond belief.
“But I…” I start to explain, but the words leave me as he sinks his fingers inside again. I see spots. It is so good, but not enough.
“No buts. I love your pussy, and I can stay here playing with it all fucking night. But if you want to come, you need to promise me,” he warns, and I have no doubt that a man with his discipline could do this all night.
I bite my lower lip again, scared to open my mouth. I want to watch every fight. I want to ensure he is okay. But God, I want to come.
“Promise me, sweetheart…” he grits out, his breathing labored, and I know he is as turned on as I am. He teases with his fingers some more, pulling them out and spreading the juice slowly before repeating it over and over. It is enough to keep me on the edge, but not enough to make me come. “Promise me, and I will fuck you so hard with my cock that you forget your own name,” he growls, and I cave.
“I promise… I promise… I promise… Please… Please, AJ.” I barely recognize my voice as I whimper and plead with him, and within mere seconds, his hands are gone. I lose my breath as he grabs either side of my hips and thrusts inside so quickly my hands slap the tiles to hold me up.
“Oh God… Oh God…” I cry out, tears stinging my eyes as my hips move back, meeting every frantic thrust.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck… No condom,” he says quickly, but the two of us are too far gone.
“I’m on the pill,” I say quickly, my voice high-pitched.
“I’m clean,” he grits out.
“Me too. Don’t stop…”
A deep growl rumbles from his chest. One of his hands leaves my hip and runs up my front, grabbing my neck from underneath. He pulls me to him, and I arch my back, plastering my shoulders to his chest as he continues to thrust. The new position leaves me completely at his mercy. My feet dangle again, so I pull them back, wrapping them around the back of his thighs. I lean my head back a little, resting it on his shoulder as his grip remains tight and unwavering, pulling me up and down on top of him. He is a machine, and I am merely his puppet. And I love it.
“Never…” he confirms as his other hand moves forward and cups my center, his finger starting to roll quickly around my clit.
“Ohhh… Ohhhhh… Ohhh,” I scream, my body shaking in his arms. I have never been this out of control.
“That’s it, baby. Such a good girl bouncing on my cock. Such a good dirty girl for me. Come for me. Come on my cock…” he says, breathless, as he continues to pound into me from behind, and I let go. My voice is loud as I scream in the shower, the echo amplifying it even more, my body shuddering against his. “Fuck, it feels too good, too fucking good.” He growls as he jerks with his release, and I feel him inside of me, hot warmth that I have never experienced. As his grip on my neck tightens slightly, he slows, grinding into me, growling into my shoulder before slowly lowering me to the ground.
“I also love fucking you in the shower…” he says, and I laugh. Grabbing my cheek, he turns my head, pulling me close and kissing me, our lips remaining locked as the water washes us clean.
25
AJ
I moan as I start to wake. My body feels battered, my joints are sore, my muscles even worse. I dig my head further into the pillow, still half-asleep, wishing for a few more hours. But as I take a deep breath and pick up a floral scent, I’m suddenly more awake.
I rarely spend the night with a woman. We have a good time then I exit as soon as I can. I don't like chicks who are clingy, who want more. I usually wait until they fall asleep and then walk out, disappearing into the night with no desire to see them again. But I carried Valerie to her room last night after our shower, and we fell asleep in her enormous bed, until I reached for her another two times in the early morning. Now, I am rock-hard again, thinking of her amazing body. I feel warmth next to me and lift my hand to grab her, but I meet something fluffy.
“What the…” I come face-to-face with a giant rat. “Who the fuck are you?” I growl, my voice still yet to wake, and the dog looks at me before it leans forward and licks my nose.
“First and only time that is going to happen, my friend.” I sit up, wiping my face. The little thing clearly snuggled into me for a bit as my other snuggle buddy has already vacated the bed. The sheets, which feel like I slept on a fucking cloud, gather at my bare waist, and I look around her bedroom in the light of a new day. This room alone is bigger than my entire apartment. Like the rest of the place, it is white, with splashes of pink, fresh flowers adorning her shelves. Her drapes are thick but open a little, and sunlight streams in from what looks to be French doors to a patio. A wide fucking patio, fifty floors up. I see an outdoor lounge and a fire pit. A fucking herb garden. Wow, how the other half live.
Then I hear some movement out in her kitchen. She must have been up a while because I smell bacon. I haven’t eaten in a while, and my stomach rumbles immediately. I spot my clothes folded on an armchair in an area that can only be described as a mini living room… in her bedroom. I climb out of her soft sheets and slip on my jeans, but I don’t see my t-shirt, so I stay bare on top and walk out.
I take only a few steps and see her in the kitchen. Her hair is up high on her head in a messy bun. She is stirring something in a pan, moving around the kitchen with ease, wearing nothing but my t-shirt, which fucking makes me feel something I haven’t before.
“Morning…” She blushes as she looks at me.
“Morning,” I say, walking toward her, wasting no time grabbing her around her waist and kissing her. I slide my hands down and palm her ass, confirming she has nothing underneath. Lifting her, I place her on the counter and stand between her legs, like I did last night.