Page 18 of Tangled

She’s perfect.

I take a knee in front of her, pulling her face to mine to kiss her again, losing myself in the feel of her soft skin beneath my fingers, squeezing her breasts and nipples while her wet tongue tangles with mine.

“Hmmmm,” she moans as she reaches for my cock, pumping her fist around my rock hard length, making me fearful that I’ll embarrass myself before I ever to get to fuck her like I promised.

Bringing our kiss to a halt, I lift her up and turn her around, pressing down on her back to bend her forward, presenting her ass to me like a prize. Because fuck yeah, I definitely won tonight.

Her forearms rest on the cushions, supporting herself while my hands caress the smooth skin of her lower half, my balls tightening just from the touch. I smack her ass, making her jump and moan at the surprise of my action, but she flicks her hungry eyes back to me and smirks.

“You like that, Red?”

“Maybe,” she mewls, shaking her ass to taunt me again. I reach out and pinch her cheeks between my hands, rubbing her globes around in my palms while pushing my erection between her cheeks.

“I hope you’re ready for a wild ride, Red,” I promise while opening the condom and jacketing myself.

“Bring it on, Garrison. Show me your moves off the dance floor,” she taunts as I bring my dick to her entrance, rubbing the tip through her wetness. I can see the glisten of her arousal on my cock, which ruins me— burning the image of her bent over like this with her thighs spread for me into my brain for all eternity.

I push inside of her with brute force, making her squeal from the intrusion until she moans deliciously when I start to set the pace. She meets me thrust for thrust, our grunts and moans filling the room as we lose ourselves in the physical indulgence.

“Fuck me,” she urges me on, taking the beating I’m giving her with each slap of my hips against her ass. The jiggle of her body as I pound into her pulls me under her spell and testosterone pumps through my veins as caveman-like desire overtakes me.

I smack her ass again while I pump in and out of her, watching my dick disappear into her wet heat before reappearing, over and over again.

“Oh, God! Yes! More!” She shouts and I don’t ever think I’ve been this turned on by words in my life.

I lean forward, pressing my chest to her back as I reach around and palm both of her breasts in my hands, pinching her nipples between my fingers. Trailing kisses down her spine and across her shoulders, I continue to bury myself deep inside of her. If her moans and shrieks are any indication, I’d say she’s enjoying herself as much as I am.

I feel like putty right now, melting into the feel of her body constrained by mine. At the same time, I feel equally strong with each flex of my muscles that give me the strength to support both her weight and my own as we race towards that ultimate physical release.

This woman makes me feel like a man, a man who knows how to please and worship the female form.

A man who’s not haunted by his past, but truly indulging in his present.

I hear her breathing quicken, her pussy tighten around my cock, and with a few more thrusts she screams and then shatters again in my hands while I pound into her, withdrawing every last pulse of pleasure from her body. Feeling her clench around me almost pulls me over with her, but I’m not ready to bust yet. I’m so consumed in losing myself in this woman that all reality has escaped me.

The pain. The loneliness. The betrayal and hurt that I can’t seem to forget or move past.

She stands up with me still inside of her, reaching her arm around my neck before turning her head and pulling my lips to hers. I continue to stroke her core as she presses her ass to my crotch, searing us together in a mess of sweat and her wetness.

I break free from her grip, the moan of her disapproval filling my ears when I turn her around and lay her down on the couch this time, kneeling above her while finding that sweet spot between her legs again.

I slide home once more, basking in how wet she is and how tight her pussy grips my dick. My body is running on sensation overload.

“God, you feel incredible, Red.”

“You too…”

“This is…” I fight for the words to describe the most mind-blowing sex I’ve ever had. I never felt this sort of passion with Natasha, this downright primal need to be joined to a person this closely before for nothing more than pure physical satisfaction.

“Stop talking and just keep fucking me,” she demands, gripping at my shoulders, digging her fingernails into my skin hard enough to draw blood.

“Ah, fuck!” I yell while picking up the pace, pounding her pussy into oblivion while reaching down to circle her clit with my thumb.

“Yes! Harder!”

God damn, woman! You want harder?

I hoist myself back and push forward with such brutal force, I’m afraid I might split her in two, but her shriek only confirms how much she needs this, and wants it.

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