Page 61 of Crossing the Top Line

Idon’tknowhowI had the strength to keep my hands off Tori in the time it takes to get from the vending machines to her room, but that resolve fails the moment the light turns green on her door lock. The door barely begins to close before I’ve pressed her against the wall just inside her room, lips covering hers in a hungry, desperate kiss. She’s so sweet, sugar and warmth on my tongue, and I can’t get enough.

I use my body to press her harder into the wall, and her little moans go right to my cock, making it pulse in my jeans. She gasps as I kiss down her jaw to her throat, and when I nip at her ear, she melts, pushing back against me. I groan as she grinds against my cock, but I wrestle my instincts under control. I want to fuck this gorgeous woman against every horizontal and vertical surface in this room, but I owe her at least a warning for what’s about to happen.

Reluctantly, I let go and pull back to look into her face. She reaches up to kiss me again, but I grab her wrists and hold them tight, which gets her attention. Her pupils are wide enough to swallow me whole, only tiny strips of the mismatched blue irises left. With a rough swallow, I set my jaw.

“I’m not sure if I was clear in our…previous conversations, but I need you to hear me now. I won’t ever do anything you don’t consent to, but I’m not a gentle lover, Victoria,” I explain, looking her in the eye so she knows how serious I am.

Her breath catches, and the silence between us stretches on for several long, tense heartbeats. As her gaze darts across my face, my heart drops. I was right to warn her. She’s going to send me away, surely. I didn’t exactly make my interests appealing, but I’ve never been one to mince words.

But then, a slow, sensual smile creeps over Tori’s face, her eyes dark and downright devious.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” she says, trying to reach for my face again.

I growl as I transfer her wrists to one of my hands and use the other to seize a handful of her hair at the base of her skull. Using her momentary shock to my advantage, I spin her around, lifting her arms above her head and pushing the side of her face into the wall. She moans, arching her back as I press my hips to hers, showing her how hard she’s made me.

“Do you know how much I’ve been looking forward to this? How many times I’ve imagined exactly how I’d fuck you?” I hiss in her ear, grinding my cock into her ass.

She whimpers, using what little leverage she has to push her hips back, rolling them slowly with mine. Fuck, I was going to wait to unwrap her like the gift she is before I got my dick wet, but the noises she’s making scramble my brain. I release her hair and reach around, popping the button on her jeans with one hand before shoving them just far enough down to reveal her apex. Her sugar-sweet scent pours out into the room, and I breathe deep as I fumble with my belt and jeans to free my aching cock.

Tori tries to pull away, but I growl in warning before yanking her hips from the wall to give me a better angle. She moans as I run the head of my cock along her dripping slit.

“You’re already so wet for me, princess. Absolutely soaked and ready for my cock. Is that what you want?” I coo, rubbing the blunt tip in slow circles around her clit.

She tries to wiggle her hips to get me where she wants me, but I only laugh before bringing my hand down hard on her ass. Her yelp sings to a dark, instinctual part of my mind, and my mouth waters. Her creamy flesh starts to turn pink right away, and I rub at the hurt, grabbing a solid handful of her ass.

“Oh, fuck, that’s—do it again,” she moans, pushing back against my hand.

Unable to deny her anything, I spank her again, the other cheek this time, and she groans, shuddering under my grip. I’m watching her face for signs of discomfort or fear, but all I find are half-lidded eyes and slightly parted lips, her pants peppered with moans as I give her two more quick strikes.

“Such a good girl, taking her spankings so well. Say thank you for me, princess,” I prompt, hand going back to my cock.

Before she can answer, I line myself up and thrust forward, not giving her time to adjust to my size or the sudden intrusion before I set off, my pace hard and deep.

“Holy fuck, that’s—thank you for spanking me. Shit! Right there! Don’t stop!” she babbles, head falling back as she presses her palms against the wall.

I let go of her wrists, and she’s distracted enough not to move, allowing me to take her hips in my hands, slamming into her channel even harder. She’s so tight, squeezing me hard enough that I almost have to fight to withdraw. The obscene squelch of her juices as they leak from her entrance, the slap of our hips as I fuck her, her moans that grow louder and higher as she peaks. I slap a hand over her mouth to muffle them. It’s the middle of the afternoon, but who knows who could pass by just feet away and hear us.

“You’re gonna come on my cock, do you hear me? Be a good girl and come for me,” I growl in her ear, snaking my other hand around to find her clit and rub it in harsh, fast circles.

Her shout turns to a groan, her whole body shaking in my arms until, all at once, she plummets into release. It takes most of my concentration to hold back my own climax as she pulses around me, and I push deep, fingers still caressing her clit to prolong the sensations.

“That’s my good princess. So good for me, doing exactly as she’s commanded,” I purr in her ear, slowing my hand at last.

She’s soft and pliant in my arms, still shivering despite her layers. I let my cock slip free and move back, and she doesn’t move as I help her out of her coat, shirt, and shoes, leaning heavily against the wall and catching her breath.

“Wow, that’s…oh, my God,” she breathes as I’m on my knees helping her out of her jeans and socks.

She looks down at me, a satisfied little smile pulling at her flushed cheeks. My answering smirk is far less innocent, and her eyes widen.

“Oh, princess. I’m far from done with you,” I mutter, the words rumbling with a deep growl.

Before she can protest, I get to my feet, throwing her over my shoulder as I stride farther into the room. My cock had faded into half hardness, but it springs back to life, bobbing with my steps until I reach the bed and toss Tori down onto it. She lets out a soft ‘oof,’ her eyes glued to me as I rip off my flannel and shirt before dropping my pants. Her throat bobs as she swallows, her eyes dragging down my body and back up to my face like a touch. Once I’m bare, I stroke my cock a few times, purring as I spread her cream from tip to base.

“Turn around so your head is over here. I want you to taste how sweet your cum is on my cock,” I command, lifting my chin slightly.

There’s a pause, and I wonder if I’m going to have to make her, but then she moves, sitting up and spinning into my requested position. Her golden hair fans out around her as she lies back down, her mouth open and tongue out obediently.

I moan low in my throat, leaning forward and positioning my cock over her mouth. Without needing to be asked, her lips close around my tip, and she starts sucking, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. I moan, thrusting forward in slow rolls, sinking deeper and deeper into the wet heat of Tori’s mouth.

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