Page 59 of Fight

Stopped short when P wasn’t there.

I frowned. She was always waiting for me, even if I came back after the sun came up. The need to see her, the unexpended energy that I looked forward to burning off with her propelled me toward the bedroom.

She was there, sitting on the edge of the bed, and though she was in nightclothes, I couldn’t shake the eerie feeling that she had been thinking about leaving.

No. I wouldn’t let that happen.

I stepped forward but then stopped when she lifted her eyes to mine.

For the first time, I couldn’t read what she was thinking. I just knew something was wrong.

She jumped from the bed and rushed to me, moving like she had no other choice. Then she stopped suddenly, close enough to me that our bodies touched. She stared, one moment, two, and then she pushed herself up on her tiptoes and smashed her lips against mine.

I let her kiss me, her motions uncontrolled, frenzied, but still stoking unbelievable desire.

Her hands roamed my body as frantically as her mouth did mine, and I knew that something had happened. P was not shy, had often initiated our lovemaking, but never like this. I would figure out what was wrong, but for now she needed me as I so often needed her, so I would give her all I had.

Her nails grating against my skin, she lifted my shirt up and over my head, only breaking our kiss long enough to discard the garment. She pushed my shorts down and closed her hands around my shaft, squeezing me tight, moving in a jerky motion that only underscored her neediness.

I stepped back and P moved with me, only stopping when we reached the edge of the bed. She broke the kiss and released me, then turned a slow circle. I followed her, now at the edge of the bed with P in front of me, and when she touched my shoulder, I went down.

P followed an instant later, straddling me, her soft thighs hugging my waist. She started to kiss me again and pushed her hand between our bodies, gripping my cock at the base. Without breaking the seal of our lips, she lowered herself, her hot, silky walls gripping me the way no one ever had, the way no one else ever would.

When she moaned into my mouth, I closed my hand around her waist, but kept myself still, fighting back the urge to pump inside her. She rocked against me, each bounce of her hips burying me deeper, pushing me closer to the edge.

But I wouldn’t go without her, so I tightened my hands and let her fuck me until her cunt clenched with her orgasm, holding me so tight, I couldn’t hold out.

As our breathing calmed, I kissed her, pecking her lips softly, her cheek, her nose. And then finally I laid my forehead against hers, stared into her eyes.

“What happened, jefe?” I whispered.

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