Page 71 of Savage Justice

I fist my cock and balance one knee on the mattress. A couple of swift strokes bring me to full, aching hardness. I position myself between her thighs, taking my weight on one hand while I guide my dick between her pussy lips. Slowly, I drive forward until I’m buried balls-deep inside her.

Molly sighs and tips her head back, her eyes closed. She squeezes her inner muscles around me and rolls her hips.

I brace my arms on either side of her shoulders and draw back, almost completely. Then I plunge forward again.

She lets out a small cry and arches her back.

I drive my cock in and out, relishing the delicious friction. She’s tight, and hot and wet, her pussy quivering around me.

I shift my angle to find that sweet spot that drives her wild. Her breath hitches, so I know I’m on target.

“Nico,” she moans, and her breath catches in her throat. “I’m close…”

I increase my pace, pounding into her and hitting that special place with every driving stroke. Her body stiffens, arches, and a flood of wetness bathes my eager cock.

I keep up the rhythm as she floats through her first orgasm, drawing every last frisson of pleasure from it for her. And me.

When the storm abates, I slow down, adopt a more leisurely tempo but never letting up on her sweet spot. I lean to one side to allow me to slip my hand between our bodies and I find her clit with my forefinger. I stroke and rub, teasing a second climax from her while she cries my name in a ragged, breathless voice. It’s as though the sound is dragged from her throat.

This time, when her climax passes, I pull out. She’s limp, washed out, but I’m not done yet. I move her onto her front and lift her hips to arrange her on all fours, her knees wide apart. Her pussy is swollen, pink, glimmering with her juices and mine. I part the lips with my thumbs and taste her, plunge my tongue as deep as I can, then I slide my cock home again.

I take my time now, driving my erection in then easing it out, each stroke long and slow and deep. I watch in lust-fuelled fascination as her body opens to accept me. In, out. In, out. I place the pad of my right thumb over her tight little arsehole, pressing on that intimate rosebud at the same time as my left-hand snakes around to find her clit again.

“Oh God,” she groans.

Her pussy clenches around me.

I tease her clit, sweeping my fingers through the juicy moistness, then massaging that plump bud between my finger and thumb, all the while filling her tight pussy with my cock.

My balls twist and contract. It’s painful, almost, but I grind my jaw and wait.

Wait.

Wait some more, until—

“Aaaagh!” She comes again, the most explosive yet.

Her pussy clamps down around my aching dick. The friction is exquisite, intense. I can hold back no longer so I let it go.

We come together, shaking, rocking in unison, our bodies locked in a sensual dance. My semen fills her, coats my dick, dribbles to stain her peachy perfect arse cheeks, trickles down her thighs and mine.

I swear, the sight is engraved on my retinas, beautiful, intimate, glorious, and filthy. Lord, take me now and I shall die a happy man.

We tumble flat onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs, still joined, both of us panting, savouring every breath of oxygen we can suck in.

I recover first. Well, enough to roll off her and reach for the headboard to release her hands.

Molly turns over, onto her back. Her eyes remain closed, her breathing is still laboured. It’s as though we’ve both completed a marathon. Bring on the energy drinks and tin foil blankets.

“Are you okay?” I mutter.

She answers with a non-committal grunt.

“Did I hurt you? I scared you, and I’m sorry…”

Her eyelids flicker. I catch a glimpse of those chocolate-coloured eyes before she closes them again.

“Surprised me, maybe. Not scared.”

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