Page 31 of Hold On

And it’s making me so goddamn hard below her, watching her doing it. Neither of us are those kids anymore who met that day in this very room. And I’m about to show her that.

I rip my fingers from her cunt and tear her pants the rest of the way down her legs, throwing her shoes off too. I rip the shirt and jacket from her body as well. Last to go are her socks. She’s bared and naked just for me, glistening in the light from the windows above us.

Fuck, I love it when she’s spread before me.

I place my hand over her pussy and tease her clit with my thumb. She jumps, like I knew she would. Her breasts bounce and I grab at one, twisting her nipple and swiping at her clit again. She moans, gushing for me. I bend down, licking her from her asshole to her clit. I start to swirl my thumb in her juices before bringing it down to her asshole. I tease her opening, pressing gently upon it. Her legs fall open further, no fight left in her.

She wants this.

Her breathing picks up, shallowing.

“That’s it, Lina Girl,” I encourage her as she practically purrs below me. I press into her hole a little bit, sucking her clit into my mouth and swirling it upon my tongue. “You always loved it when I played with your ass.”

“I did,” she pants. I press into it again as she presses herself back upon my thumb, aiding me. I suck her clit inside my mouth, pulling the skin taught as it swells and hardens beyond my lips. She arches her back off the ground with a groan. She’s truly moaning, deep and guttural. As I begin to push my thumb further into her asshole, I slide the fingers of my other hand into her cunt. I press up into her G-spot and work everythingin tandem. She comes so quickly and beautifully, her fucking slickness flowing out of her like water. She spasms below me and screams, her body flinging itself around my head. Her phone surges with sound as the song blares above us.

I waste zero time flipping her over onto her knees after I free my cock from my pants, leaving them on, but opening them quickly in my need. She crouches onto her elbows as I spread her ass cheeks and lick her hungrily, tonguing her hole and sliding it back down towards her pussy. She arches her back again and spreads her knees wider as I sink my cock into her cunt, her weight leaning forward from my own pressed into her back. I plunge my thumb inside of her ass again, grab her tit with my free hand and unleash myself upon her. She cries out as I bury my thumb deeper into her hole. She slaps herself back into me with so much force, I have to readjust my legs to keep from falling backwards.

I laugh out loud to the darkened room.

My Lina Girl has definitely found her fight again.

I release her breast before slapping her ass hard. My handprint is red and raised on her cheek, hot to the touch as I spread my hand over it, gripping it savagely in my palm, loving the feeling of gathering her flesh in my fist. It feels so goddamnrightto be squeezing her for all she’s worth.

She pushes off her elbows, rising, and I pull my thumb from her ass as her back meets my chest, her head seeking leverage on my shoulder. I grab at her stomach and tits, fisting her flesh in my fingers, clutching her tightly while nipping at her ears, neck and jawline. I play with her clit as she convulses over my cock, another orgasm shooting through her core. Our knees spread together as she thrashes upon me, sinking us into the floor. “Fuck, Bash!!” she screams, my teeth biting into her shoulder before I push her forward again, smacking her other ass cheek and marking it with my handprint. “Give it to me, baby!” sheyells, so I do. I spank her harder, both cheeks hot as hell as they swell under the impact of my stinging palms. I claw at them and fist them in my hands again, my roughness only making her slicker as she spears herself on my dick, the slap of my balls against her ass echoing throughout the room.

I resist the urge to pull her hair back to me so I can bare her face to mine. I don’t want to hurt her. I’m close anyway.

Alina screams as I feel her pussy tightening. She’s got more orgasms in her, and I need to release one myself. We race each other to the finish line, coming as one as I buck into her violently, that fucking slapping noise spurring me along at a quickened pace. Alina shrieks as she’s pushed over the edge and it’s the final urging I need to do the same. I pump myself into her as cum spurts out of me and fills her pretty pussy with my love for her. I watch as she falls forward and it spills out of her lips, looking so gorgeous amongst her own. I finger her a few times as she clenches around them and then I plunge them into her ass as she gives one final moan, my tongue meeting her clit at the same time.

I’m covered in her and myself as she comes in my mouth and I lick itallaway, not giving a singlefuck. She’s sprawled out before me like a rag doll, her ass red, her pussy swollen, her body used.

Completely satiated. She’s the most beautiful fucking woman in the world. And I fucked her into this pile of useless limbs and cum before me.

Alina:

It’s been a long time since I’ve been spread before a man who just finished inside of me and didn’t feel immense amounts of shame. Being fucked into the floor of the old detention roomat the hands and dick of Bash has got to be the most satisfied I’ve felt since I left him back in fucking high school.

I had sent him one text message.

One.

To say that I was leaving and that I loved him and that I always would.

That was it.

How I hadwishedI could actually talk to him. Tell him what was happening in my head and in my life and what had happened with my brother. But something had broken inside of me, and I went mute for a period of time.

I had no desire to talk to anyone.

I had tried so many times to call him. To compose a text that held a better explanation of my disappearance and hit send. But I never could. I was justempty. His life was hard enough without him needing to take on my bullshit. I wanted better for him. I wanted him to be with someone who could give him everything he needed. I had nothing to offer him at the time. I had nothing left for myself either.

Not that things are different now. I have little to offerbutmyself. I think I’m actually ok with that though. I think I’m worth something. And I think he believes the same. I want to be with someone who fucking wants me too. Not forced. Not given away. Not just surviving at the hands of others. Bash and I have the potential to grow together and actually fucking make something of our ourselves.

I believe in us.

I also believe in multiple orgasms. Andfuck, can Bash put out. Every inch of him was designed to please a woman and I get to be that fucking woman.

Lucky me, for once.

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