Page 67 of The Shadows We Keep

Fuck me.

Working my own cock will never do now that I know what it’s like to have her delicate fingers wrapped around me instead. But I didn’t start this with the intention of only getting a hand job.

No, that pussy ismineand for the life of me in this moment, as my balls tightens and the base of my spine tingles, I can’t remember why I’m not buried to the hilt inside my girl.

Fuck it.

Shoving her hands aside, I grip her wrists and pull them above her head, holding them tightly in one hand. I guide my cock to her entrance, teasing her with an inch, but her greedy cunt tightens around me pulling me in deeper against my will. The goddess underneath me must be borrowing a silent siren’s song to fulfill her desire, and I’m just another poor sailor with no chance of breaking free.

I pull out completely, my body cursing my decisions with a throbbing cock in hand.

Slapping her sensitive clit with it, pulls a hiss from her swollen, seductive lips.

“Harkin,” she says, pleading through a lustful haze in her eyes.

“Whose pussy is this, sweetness?”

Her thighs are wet, her pale skin flushed pink from her cheeks down to her heavy tits. Those dark orbs staring up at me are half lidded, but still a cheeky little smile breaks through.

Don’t do it.

“Mine.” Her bright smile lights her face, like the cat that got the cream.

What a fucking brat.

This time a sharp slap from my hand hits her cunt and that smile fades quickly.

“Want to try that again,” I ask. When my knuckles push roughly through her folds, stopping at her engorged pearl, the threat lays between us. The standoff between us builds, my knuckles applying pressure that falls just short of the painful pinch she’ll be getting here in a second if the next words off her tongue aren’t what I want to hear.

“Yours,” she agrees, but fire dances in those golden eyes.

It’s like staring at a bonfire for hours, under the stars, on the beach. Mesmerizing, but deadly if you fall in. And my dumbass is ready to dive in headfirst, third-degree burns be damned.

I squeeze hard anyway.

“Ahh,” her breathy voice shouts into the still room. Let that be a lesson to her continued insolence.

I don’t give her a second to adjust from the pain before I slam home deep inside her. A cacophony of our ragged moans dances around the room, the slap of skin mixing in to create our own sensual melody. I should split the audio from the camera recording in the corner. How salacious it would be to create a soundtrack I can keep on as background music throughout the house.

I wonder how long it would take her to catch on.

My wandering mind comes back into focus when the daggers she calls fingernails skate down my back, no doubt pulling droplets of blood to the skin. The sting only spurs me on. Each thrust against her core shoves her body further up the bed until her head hits the headboard.

Pulling out of her warm heat, my cock coated in her juices, my hand drops from her wrists to her flared hips.

“Flip over for me, little one; ass up.”

She scrambles over quickly. The view of her pale skin swirled through with colorful ink makes me want to leave my marks in the empty spaces. Add my art to her canvas.

“Harkin, come on,” she mewls, shoving her ass back against my raging hard on. The slickness glides it through her ass cheeks. A groan drags from my chest. Gripping her hips, my fingers dig deep against her hipbones.

“Mmm, baby, one of these days you’re going to give this up to me.” Dragging my thumb through her wetness, I rim her tight hole, giving her just enough pressure to feel me. She shifts her hips back, taking me inside. Her loud moans fill the room as she fucks her ass on my finger.

Fuck.

“My greedy girl. You want me to fill both your holes, don’t you?” I ask, barely above a whisper. Grasping my cock, I sink back into her tight pussy. Gathering saliva at the tip of my tongue, I let it fall, pulling my thumb free and adding more lube for her pleasure. My hips pound forward, balls slapping that delicious spot that causes her to spew an incoherent plea for more.

She’s close to falling over the edge. It’s in the way she pulses around me. But there’s something holding her back. Her rhythm falls erratic as the pleasure builds and courses through us both. Our moans paint the room in a glorious harmony.

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