Page 11 of Maid in America

He grunted, moistened two fingers, and slid them deep inside of her.

She moaned, loud and long.

“You want me?” he growled.

She nodded.

“No, Aphrodite. You’re gonna fucking say it with that pretty little mouth of yours. Iwantto hear you say, ‘Please. Barrett,fuck me.’”

She didn’t move. Didn’t speak. She only smiled defiantly back at him.

He raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

He dipped his fingers into her again, sliding them all the way in without resistance. She groaned, nails digging into the comforter.

“You look beautiful like this, my fingers inside of you, pussy all wet and ready for me.”

His cock raged at the sight of her arched back, at the warmth and wetness tightly enveloping his fingers.

“If you want my cock, you’re gonna beg for it. You have to tell me how much you want it.”

He hooked his fingers, pressing hard against the ridged flesh of her G-spot. Aphrodite rocked her hips back with need, fucking his hand, dragging them in and out of her as much as Barrett’s wrist would allow.

“Barrett,” she hissed, backing up against them again. “Please…Fuck me.”

He slipped his fingers out and gave her other ass cheek a hard spank, fingers leaving wet, pink marks where they made contact.

“Yes, Aphrodite, since you askednicely…” He rose and shuffled to his dresser. Using his teeth, he tore open a condom wrapper and slipped the latex sheath around his engorged cock.

He strode back to the bed, yanked her by the hips back to the edge, forced her legs to spread wide, and pressed himself deep inside of her.

The instant he bottomed out, he groaned loudly, throwing his head back, savoring the feel of her pulsing, eager muscles as they clasped around him.

She shouted through the expansive loft, her pleasure echoing off the brick walls like a symphony. Every inch of him delved into her, seeking her most sensitive spots, the tilt of her hips silently guiding him to each.

They fucked as though they had both once been a single entity, one tragically separated, mending back into a perfectunion of skin and bone. Every withdrawal from her warmth felt like a loss he would never recover from.

“Fuck! Just like that.” Her lips dragged over her clenched fist as he hammered himself into her.

Her toes curled, muscles clenched, climactic wails sending shivers up Barrett’s spine. The air hung heavy with their commingled scent as she screamed.

He gripped her hips so hard he imagined his clenched fingers leaving bruises, marks that would prove to other men that she washis, even if only for one night.

She pushed herself up, twisting, forcefully pulling him onto the bed. He fell to the blanket beside her, pliable and willing beneath her force. She climbed on top of him, sliding her trembling knees around his hips, sinking down onto him.

Barrett moaned as she leaned forward and rocked, nipping and licking at the perfect set of pierced breasts waved in his face.

She rocked her hips, sliding her clit against him, shamelessly using his body to procure another powerful orgasm for herself.

Barrett’s hands roamed, grasping her ass, her hips, her breasts. She threw her head back in another loud orgasm, and his mouth split into a wicked grin. As she tightened around him, he released his own torrent of pleasure, dick pulsing, jaw tight as he came inside of her.

After a long moment of silence, she collapsed forward, burying her face in the crook of his sweaty neck, content body melted and weak.

He kissed her softly, nuzzling her nose, hands playing with her colorful tresses.

She flopped down to the bed with a smile, and they both lay side-by-side in the silence, staring at the ceiling.

“I know you said you don’t do sleepovers, but that was a damn-near religious experience, and I’m not ready to let you go after just one round.”

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