Page 79 of Trip Through Your Wires

Reaching around her back, she unhooks her bra, then tosses it behind her, and cups my face. “Have me the way you want,” her eyes search mine. “You won’t hurt me.”

I used to love the rush I’d get when we fooled around, but what I’m feeling right now is on a whole new level. There are no secrets between us. No walls. And that dangerous, all-consuming need I felt the first time we had sex, is coursing through me with the force of a goddamn freight train.

She leans in and kisses me with hungry intent, and I return it hungrily. Wrapping one arm around her waist, I push up from the floor with my other hand push up and turn to lay her on the bed. I want her so much it’s painful. To draw from her the kind of pleasure I have never drawn from another and let her do the same to me.

Reaching for the button on her cutoffs, I wriggle them down, then off, dropping them to the floor, then peel her panties down slowly. Fuck, her body is a work of art. She’s got the best tits, powerful legs, and an ass you could bounce a quarter off. She’s as strong as she is sensual and I can’t wait to worship every inch of her.

As I reach for the button of my jeans, she pushes up on her elbows and watches me as I drop them along with my boxers.

“Damn,” she eyes me with approval, as my cock springs free.

After stepping out of both, I kick them aside, then place one knee on the bed and run my hand up the inside of her thigh. She drops her head back, letting out a breathy sigh as I bend down and kiss her while my hand cups her pussy.

“Yes,” she moans as I rub my palm over her smooth mouth, then glide my finger down her slick slit, and dip it inside her. Her back arches and she sucks in a sharp breath, as I stroke her teasingly, while working my mouth down her body.

When I reach her pussy, I run my tongue through her slick folds while still fingering her and she drops her head back down on the bed and moans. I swirl my tongue around and around, her arousal building, and when I spear her sex, her hips buck and she grabs my head.

With her hand in my hair, she moves her hips up and down, as I devour her wet cunt. “Did you bring anything?” she pants.

Fuck. I stop and look up. “No.”

She blows out a charged breath and drops her hand to the bed, gripping the comforter in frustration. “You don’t have a condom in your wallet?”

“I had no need for them.” I drop my forehead to her stomach and groan. “You aren’t on the pill?”

“I am,” she drapes an arm over her face. “But it’s not about that.”

“I’m clean,” I look up. “If that’s what you’re worried about. I’ve been tested. All the guys on the team have.”

“It’s not that.” She drops her arm and looks down at me. “Maryann Deroche got pregnant when she was on the pill in high school, and Julie at the store is pregnant right now. I don’t know if she was on birth control, but I don’t want to be another girl in Cherry Cove that gets knocked up young and spends the rest of her life regretting it.”

I push up and hover over her, rubbing my dick against her wet pussy. “I don’t know who those girls are, but I know I want to fuck you, Sparky. I want to claim you and fill you, but I won’t do anything you don’t want to do. I can go to the store right now and pick up condoms, or I can pull out, or we can dry fuck until my dick is raw. I don’t care. Whatever you want, it’s your call.”

Her eyes are wide and crazed, her heart pounding like a jackhammer, and when she runs her foot down the back of my leg, I know her answer.

“If you get me pregnant,” she warns, “yourballs are mine.”

“Sparky,” I laugh. “They’re yours one way or another.”

Working my way down her body again, my mouth finds her pussy once more and I take my time, lapping at her slowly. Licking her from cunt to clit, she moans and writhes, and when I feel the walls of her pussy contract, I know she’s seconds way from coming.

“Shit,” she grips my head with both hands as I grip her ass with both hands and suckle her clit.

Her panting increases as her hips move up and down, and when her release hits, she digs her nails into my scalp and cries out. “Yes, fuck, just like that. Don’t stop.”

When the muscles in her thighs slacken, and her hand drops from my head, I push up on my haunches and reach for her thighs. Her eyes look drunk, her body languid and pliable, but when I nudge the head of my cock against her entrance, she arches her back and pushes her tits out. Fuck, this girl is going to be my undoing.

Bending down, I pull one into my mouth and when I sink into her, suck and fuck her the way I’ve always dreamed. A euphoric haze floods me, and a carnal need takes over. Pushing back up, I grab her hips, pulling her down on my cock. She cries out in approval as I do it again, and again, tits jiggling as I fuck her the way I wanted to that night—senseless, without boundaries or abandon.

Her eyes whip open and find mine and when she places a hand on my six pack, nails brushing against my skin, it sends a shock right down to my dick.

“Do you know why I tossed that condom so quickly that night?” I pant. “Because it was full and tight. But I wanted to put on another one and go again with you. Shit, I wanted to go all night with you, Sparky.”

She licks her lips, nails digging into my flesh. “And now?”

“Now,” I puff out, “I want to fuck you until you can’t walk or breathe.”

She rocks her hips, alternating with the rhythm of mine in a way that makes me believe in Heaven. “So what are you waiting for?”

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