Page 21 of Gooey

“More,” I request, nudging my butt backwards.

“You want more, sugar?” he rumbles, his lips finding my neck. “Harder or faster?”

“Both.”

Moore takes that as permission to start pounding into me from behind. Each thrust like a passionate punch. Fire cracks through my veins as he stops trying to warm me up. Taking it easy to stretch me out around him was sweet, but I’m impatient and greedy. I’m addicted to the way he makes me feel—addicted to him.

“Mmmm,” I moan, losing the ability to speak.

“Yeah? My sweet little thing likes it rough, does she?” he drawls, quickening his pace. When I can’t reply, he keeps going. “You’re doing so fucking good for me, sugar. Your first time taking cock and your pussy is accepting everything I give it.”

His praise makes my whole body flush.

“Yesss,” I hiss in agreement.

Moore moans with a deep timber and starts to really work me over. He rocks his hips with hard but measured strokes, fucking me deep and fast. I feel myself clench around him every time he gets close to leaving me empty. It’s instinctual. Like I can’t help but crave his presence in my tight hole.

“I need to see you,” he declares. It’s the only warning I get before the covers are shoved off of us and I’m flipped onto my back. He somehow keeps his cock buried in me during the shift and wastes no time driving into me from his new position. “Yeah, there’s that pretty face.”

I must be blushing all over but I can’t find the will to care.

Hiking up one of my legs, Moore spreads me open wider to accommodate his thunder thighs. “So. Fucking. Pretty.”

He punctuates each word with a hearty thrust.

“I l-like looking at you too,” I stammer, reaching up to set my hand on his heart.

I know he doesn’t see himself as handsome, let alone sexy. But he’s the most appealing man I’ve ever laid eyes on. So strong and so dashing.

With the pressure removed from my clit, I can focus more on feeling him inside of me. His punishing strokes are highlighted by how tightly my walls squeeze around his length.

“You have no idea how good you feel, sugar,” he rasps, driving his hips forward. “Your sweet virgin pussy painted my cock pink, you know that? Can you see it, baby?”

Hungry eyes looking down eagerly, I gasp at the sight. His length pummels in and out of me, soaked with arousal and tinted with the stain of innocence. “Oh, God.”

“Yeaaah, that’s right, sweetheart,” he groans. “Look at that lovely fucking picture.”

The overwhelming urge to come tumbles around in my gut as Moore propels forward more, crushing the weight of his groin against my clit. He’s driving me wild, somehow continuing to build the need inside of me without pushing me over the ledge.

Our room fills with grunts, whimpers, moans, and curses. Our panting breaths filtered out by the sound of skin slapping sex. Everything is so hot, the back of my neck is beading with sweat. I’d be embarrassed if it didn’t feel absolutely astounding.

Everything seems to blur around us, including time. Until I can’t take it anymore.

“I have to…” I babble, voice shaking. “I need?—”

“You need to come, sugar?”

Whimpering, my fingers dig into his biceps. “Y-yes.”

“Good girl,” he growls, using his thumb to press down on my clit. The touch is so intense, my eyes roll. “Always tell me what you need.”

Before I can cry out, Moore crushes my lips into a passionate kiss. Our tongues dance as it all becomes too much. Every touch feels like an electric current coursing through my veins as the bundle of tension in my center unfurls.

His intense eyes bore into mine but I can’t keep looking. My eyes seal shut as the force of my orgasm hits. My throat cracks with a scream and my cunt clenches around Moore’s prick with the strength of a vice.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he snarls, breaking our lip’s connection. “Tell me I can come inside of you, Winter. Tell me I can.”

“You can, you can! Please fill me with your cum,” I screech, nails digging into his muscular arms. “Please!”

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