Page 110 of Depraved Desires

“I told you to shut the fuck up,” I growled.

My heart was racing at the mere thought of putting my dick in her. Mike’s words sliced through my skull. All of the vile things he said and did had my stomach curling. Closing my eyes, I released a breath. For some reason, Aspen was still here, sprawled out on the ground even though she could get up and run at any moment if she truly wanted to.

“I’m getting really sick?—”

I cut her off by grabbing her by the waist and flipping her over. She released a surprised huff as her stomach hit the ground.

“Foster?” she asked timidly.

I clenched my teeth. She’d already put together what it was I wanted. I’d seen it in her eyes. The fact that she was pretending she didn’t know and was looking at me with that stupid sorry ass expression while ago just pissed me off.

“Hands and knees.”

Carefully, she obeyed. And the fact that she did, had my cock straining against my jeans. My gaze raked over her ass that was barely concealed by the skirt she wore.

If I didn’t do this now, I’d end up talking myself out of it and then beating myself up about it later. Expelling another breath, I kicked off my shoes and unzipped my pants, pushing them down my legs. Next, I did the same with my boxers. The cold air attacked my legs and cock, but the heat inside my body was more potent, barely phasing me from the onslaught of winter.

I pushed her skirt up, bunching it around her waist. Carefully, I slipped my fingers beneath the band of her thong and tugged it down her body. Hesitantly, she allowed me to, shifting so that it fell completely off her.

A sheen coat of her arousal decorated her pink pussy, make my dick throb even more painfully. She was fucking sexy. Probably one of the only girls I’d ever been completely and utterly attracted to. Not just from her looks, but how she fought me at every turn. How she never backed down from a fight. And how she always kept coming back for more.

“Do you need help back there?” Aspen asked smugly, her words slicing through my thoughts.

Bitch.

Ignoring her, I aligned my cock with her entrance, took a deep breath, and slammed inside of her. I slid to the hilt withease, euphoria tumbling through me. She hugged my width tightly, almost making it painful. It hurt so fucking good.

Aspen released a gasp, her back arching as she adjusted to my size. “Oh fuck,” she whimpered, her voice coming out breathier than usual.

Sliding back out, I repeated the motion, my pelvis slapping against her. Her fingers dug into the ground and electricity spiraled through my body. Fuck. I’d be pissed at myself if I came early. My hands tightened around her hips as I pulled her toward me, speeding up my movements. She was so wet and tight that it had my eyes rolling. It was like something had snapped inside me. There were no flashbacks, no horrible thoughts or memories. Nothing but us in this moment.

“You feel so fucking good,” I grunted.

She moaned in response, lowering her chest even further toward the ground. My strokes were long, deep, and fast. Which she seemed to like, so that only boosted my confidence.

I chased her out here with an entirely different intent, but I wasn’t complaining too much about that now. Her pussy squeezed me tightly, a sheen of her slick arousal dripping down my throbbing cock.

Fuck.

No wonder everyone likes sex.

“Now I know why you’re such a dirty whore.” I smirked, trying to hide the lust from my voice. “Did Barlow fuck you like this?” The mere thought of him had rage spilling into my veins. But then I remembered that he was out cold while I was balls deep inside his bitch.

She snorted in response. “He fucked mebetter.”

My jaw ached as my molars grinded against one another. My grip on her hips tightened, rage driving my movements. This little fucking cunt. Pulling out of her pussy, I flipped her onto her back without so much as a warning.

A gasp fluttered past her plump lips, and she stared up at me in surprise. Her pupils were blown wide with lust, her face pinkened with the flush her ivory skin had developed. She wasn’t going back home until she changed that answer, even if it took all damn night.

I repositioned myself between her legs, bracing myself on the ground surrounding her before I slammed into her again. Her back bowed off the dirt beneath us, a pleasure-induced scream tumbling from her mouth. Taking one hand, I wrapped it around her throat and squeezed. Aspen’s lips parted, her arms winding around my body.

I wasn’t sure if it was the lust, or of it was the fact that she’d already touched me several times by now, but once again, no flashbacks came. Her hands slipped beneath my hoodie, finding their way under my shirt and running along my naked skin. Electricity poured from her fingers. When her nails scraped against my back, I nearly lost it. My balls tightened and I knew I was about to explode.

Slipping out, I hovered over her, returning my hand to the ground by her head. My breathing was erratic as I worked to catch my breath. She wrapped her legs around my body, whimpering from the loss of contact. Knowing that she wanted me just as bad had my heart palpitating.

Her hands roamed over my body, drifting through my hair and she tugged, making my neck bend to the side. A hiss of pleasure escaped me, and I placed the tip of my dick between her folds, rubbing it against her wet center. A needy whimper slipped past her lips, her hands tightening through my blonde strands.

“Quit toying with me, Foster.” Her legs tightened around me too, almost making me lose my balance. She urged me toward her body with the heels of her boots, making the head of my dick breach her pulsing entrance.

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