Page 8 of Catching Feeling

"Right there," she pants when I thrust deep, swiveling my hips and brushing against her G-spot. I slowly pull out of her, only to slam back inside, increasing my pace and fucking her harder and deeper. Trying to plant myself even further inside of her with each surge of my hips.

It isn’t enough. I won't ever get enough of her, can’t fuck her deep enough. Hard enough.

Her nails drag down my back to the point of pain, and it only makes me more fucking insane with need for her. I want her marks on me.

When her head lolls and her eyes drop shut, I reach down and grasp her face, turning her back to face me. "Watch me fucking you, Vivienne. Watch how good you’re taking my cock."

She whimpers, her pussy tightening around me, and when my thumb brushes against her clit, her back arches with pleasure. I can feel how close she is to exploding around me, to flooding my cock with her cum.

At the last second, I pull out of her completely, my heart thrashing wildly. Before she even has a chance to protest, I flip her onto her stomach and grab her hips, hauling her perfect, heart-shaped ass up in the air, leaving her cheek pressed into the mattress. Her pussy and her ass on display, waiting to get fucked. I lean forward and sink my teeth into one pert ass cheek, as wetness from her pussy drips down her thighs.

So fucking wet.

With my hands on her hips, I push back inside of her until my stomach is flush with her ass and I’m buried deep. I grip her cheeks, spreading them open so I can watch my cock disappearing into her pretty little pussy as I fuck her. Watching it stretch to take me, swallowing and coating my dick in her arousal.

I use her hips as leverage as I start to move, pounding into her from behind, her ass shaking with each slap of my hips. My thrusts are brutal and punishing, fucking her up onto the bed while she begs.

"I'm going to come, Reese... Please, I- I…"

I gather her arousal on my thumb, pressing the pad of my finger against her asshole, watching it contract as I slowly press the tip in.

Fuck, yeah.

Taking my time, I dip my finger in, then withdraw it until she’s relaxed, and ready for all of my thumb. I press it forward as I fuck her, slowly sinking further into her tight hole until it’s finally buried completely in her ass.

She cries out, her pussy clamping down on me while her ass is as full of me.

I guide my finger in slowly, using my other hand to hold her hips as I thrust into her pussy in the same rhythm with my dick, my balls pulling up tight.

I'm so goddamn close.

Slamming my hips forward, I push my thumb deeper in her ass one last time, and she explodes, her back arching, her fingers grasping at the sheets, coming so hard that I can feel her wetness against my fucking stomach.

I groan, dropping my forehead against her back, folding my body over her, emptying myself inside of her, the tight walls of her cunt milking every drop from my balls. So greedy, she wants it all.

I can't even form words as I keep rocking my hips slowly until I'm completely spent, and then we're collapsing onto the bed. I pull out of her gently and drop my gaze to where my cum is seeping out of her pretty little cunt in a thick creamy mess, my eyes flaring at the sight. I have the inexplicable urge to gather it up with my fingers and shove it back inside of her.

"Give me five minutes, and we're doing that again,” I say breathlessly.

Viv smirks. "Sure you can get it up again that quickly? It’s okay if you’re a one and done kinda guy. I won’t judge you."

My brow rises. "Yeah? Why don't you climb back on my dick and find out?"

She sits up, her blue eyes flaring with determination as she straddles my lap and then leans down, licking my nipple.

“Okay, let's see who will tap out first, All-Star."

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viv

New Year, Same Bullshit

Now

My idea of a perfect Friday night is one where I’m wearing the same holey, worn Smashing Pumpkins T-shirt I’ve had since freshman year of high school, bundled up in my bed, under my favorite blanket, watching a cult classic horror movie or a nineties rom-com while I’m snacking on SweeTarts.

Don’t get me wrong, I love a good party like the next girl, but I’m an extroverted homebody. I need to recharge after being around people for an extended amount of time, and the best place to do that is the comfort of my bed, surrounded by all the things I love. After a very emotionally trying Christmas at home, I desperately need to recharge.

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