Page 58 of Break the Ice
I slap my dick against the swollen slit between her thighs. The same swollen slit I’d spanked minutes ago.
We groan at how good that feels and how sensitive we are. Her soaking, soft pussy against my steel dick. I do it a few more times just to drive us both fucking crazy, then I push into her for real.
My dick parts her puffy pussy lips and disappears inside her.
A moment I’ll remember when I’m ninety years old.
Marisse’s entire body quivers. She sets my pulse racing even faster. All tension cords tight ’til it explodes by way of my hips and thrusts.
I grip her throat and pump into her. Her walls close in on me. Intense warmth floods me on all sides, and then comes the clench. Soft tightness that makes my dick feel like it’s being choked by silk.
It feels so good, I chase some more. My hips pick up speed. My hand squeezes the base of her slim throat then travels her naked skin. Any part of her I can grope and grip. I grunt at the rising pleasure.
Nothing has ever felt like this. No pussy has ever felt this incredible. No woman it belonged to has ever felt this right writhing under me.
Marisse bears my aggressive, deep strokes. She squirms in her restraints. Both wrists and ankles bound, she’s still splayed open for me. The flex of her fingers and toes become her language as I fuck her, and she clenches her hands into fists. Her feet point. Her head slips to the side, face twisted up in intense pleasure.
Her pussy flutters. So wet and slick encased around me, it’s like she was made for me.
My thrusts pack power. My dick strokes deep. I study her reactions and give her more of what she needs. More of what makes her body twist and toes curl. I want to learn every small detail that turns her on and drives her wild.
Has a more addictive woman ever walked this planet?
I’m lost in fucking delirium as I ask myself this question and fuck every inch of her pussy.
Breathless and full of adrenaline, I’m an animal pistoning into her. The bed bounces and shakes around us from the ferocity of my thrusts.
Marisse’s dark eyes find mine as she takes me. She’s right there with me. Right on the edge.
We fuck and ride the wave of pleasure together. She squeezes me tight and comes hard. Her pussy spasms around my dick and I hold her where she is. My strokes deepen, fueled by passion and the orgasm that’s on its way. I tunnel into Marisse and fuck as deep into her uptight cunt as possible.
Waves of pleasure roll through me. The built-up pressure blows free and drives my hips into an erratic pace. My release soaks her already wet pussy. The messy, warm feeling is just another sensation that’s never felt so fucking good.
My mouth comes down on hers and we kiss passionately.
Messy kisses that have us licking and sucking on each other like animals.
It’s round two, but I said nothing about round two only being one session.
A few minutes break, and I’m hard again. I’m finding another way to enjoy Marisse as I undo her restraints to reposition her—inverted so that her ass hangs up in the air. Her ankles and wrists tethered to the same ends of my bed, forcing her arms and thighs to be pinned at her sides.
She’s back on display. Pussy and ass ready to be used.
I slam a palm to her cheeks and sink back into her warmth.
Marisse isn’t out of my system. Not even a little bit.
Who ever said sugar wasn’t addictive?
Marisse wakes before I do. The sound of running water pulls me out of my sleep and makes me aware of the fact that I’ve got to take a piss.
I jerk in bed and scratch fingers through my hair. Two other clues alert me to Marisse’s presence—the sweet vanilla scent that lingers in my bed and the bathroom door shut with the light on.
Last night comes pouring in and reminds me of what happened. Round two began and I had Marisse brought to my condo. It was one of the hottest nights of my life. She was sexy and passionate and damn if she didn’t look so damn good tied down, taking my dick.
It’s only made me more obsessed with having her again.
I slip on sweatpants and step toward the bathroom door. The knob won’t turn when I try it.
