Page 35 of Cheater

On that thought, I grab her hair tight and erupt, coming inside her with a roar that sounds mostly animal.

When I catch my breath, I examine her face. She looks absolutely sated, happy, gorgeous. I want to pound my chest and give her everything. Put her on my shoulders and shout to the world that she’s mine. I want things right now I’ve never wanted.

These emotions surging in me? They’re huge. I need a minute with them, to tamp them down, so I tell her I’ll be right back and then slip out.

After a solid two minutes of pacing the length of the floor to ceiling windows in the living room, I come back with two bottles of cold water. No sooner has she put her bottle down before I’m hard again, so I toss my empty water bottle somewhere and lift her up out of the bed and put her against the bedroom wall, fucking her there, my hand around her throat possessively while my cock pumps in and out of her slippery pussy that’s dribbling my cum. And she cries. Weeps. It’s not from fear or protest. It’s emotional. She cries big fat tears of release as she comes on my cock while our gazes are still locked. And then she limply snuggles into me as I carry her back to the bed, not nearly done yet. I continue fucking her in missionary position while rubbing her clit until she comes yet again.

She’s so wet that I use her juices and the leftover cum from the last time I fucked her to lube up her ass and then moving her to her belly, I gently press my cock against the entrance and get what I want - resistance.

She winces.

“Want me to stop?” I ask, hoping she’s the miracle I think she is.

“No,” she whispers. “Just… go slow. Careful.”

Damn right she is. She is.

I press my fingers to her clit and rub tiny circles while guiding my cock in just past the head.

Fuck, that’s tight. And hot.

“It’s okay, Chloe. I’ll go slow. You okay, baby?”

She’s clenching my sheets, but she nods.

“Relax, baby,” I whisper. “I’ll take good care of you. I’ll make you feel so fucking good. Yeah?”

I advance a little more, feeling that tight ring milking my cock as I advance.

She squeaks and clenches, so I slow down.

“Relax, beautiful. Relax.” My palm skates up and down her back. Her body relaxes marginally. She’s ready for more. I move in further.

She lets out a slow exhale.

“There. You’re okay, baby. Doing so good. Fuck, do you ever feel incredible. You know that?”

She whimpers.

I’m fully seated. “There. Take it. You’re taking every inch of me, Chloe. Feel good yet?”

She whimpers again, then rotates her hips just a little. She’s ready for me to move.

“Ready for me to fuck this tight, hot hole harder, Chloe?”

“Mm hm,” she groans, biting the pillow.

I slide my middle finger into her pussy and crook it. She jolts.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl.” I kiss her shoulder and then pick up pace as she relaxes entirely, giving in.

I fuck that hot, tight hole while pressing her g-spot with two fingers over and over while kissing her back, neck, and shoulders as she whimpers into my sheets.

I bite her shoulder as she whimpers my name; I feel triumphant.

I read on her sex fantasy blog (that she hasn’t updated in a year and a half) that while she’s never had anal, she finds the idea intriguing. Given the conversation between her and her friend about the guy whose ring she wears being vanilla or an unseasoned baked potato … without having much of a sex drive … I’m confident I’ve just been the first to take this sweet little ass. No protest. Letting fear melt into trust at my urging. She just gave it up and cried my name into my sheets while I claimed her ass.

I pull back and then slowly drive to the root one more time, feeling her tremble as I shudder out my orgasm, grabbing a handful of her beautiful hair.

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