Page 15 of Seduction in Spades

“Jesus.”

“Not even close to my name, but if you see heaven after fucking me raw, I’ll be okay with the name change.”

How can I want to laugh, cringe, and drive my cock into her at the same time? With a heavy sigh, I push off the mattress and stand so I’m staring down at her.

“What are you—” Her eyes follow my hand as I reach for the box of condoms and take one out. “Oh.”

I can’t handle the need any longer. I tear open the condom and roll it down my aching cock. “Here’s how it’s going to go. I want to fuck you on your back with your legs wrapped around my waist, and then I want those ankles linked so tight behind my neck I think I’m going to choke as I slide my cock in so deep, you’ll feel me hit every organ inside.”

I watch as she shimmies further up the bed until her legs no longer hang off the side. Her breasts rise and fall with her heavy breathing.

“And then I’m going to flip you over and fuck you on all fours. I’m going to pull your hair, and you’re going to look back at me over your shoulder and beg for me to go harder. Faster.”

Her legs fall open even wider in an open invite. I crawl across the bed and hover over her until our faces and bodies are inches apart, not yet touching.

“If that’s not what you want, or if it’s too much, tell me now, sweetheart. Once I slide my cock in your sweet, wet pussy, I won’t be able to stop.”

“Yes,” she answers immediately. “Holy shit, yes.”

I slam my mouth to hers, keeping my body off hers. I lick and suck her tongue and lap her mouth as I had her clit earlier.

“Please.” She grips my shoulders and pulls me down on top of her. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

“Tell me you’re ready. I’m not going to be gentle.” Shit, if that doesn’t spark a firestorm of guilt for wanting to take this woman hard when I don’t even know her fucking name.

“Fuck me already!” she cries out right as I thrust inside her. “Oh, god!”

I’m going to have claw marks on my back tomorrow, the only reminder I’ll have of this perfect night with this perfect woman. She’s tight and wet and warm and fits me like a cocoon. I hold still for a breath trying to gain control so I don’t blow my load before I can do even one of the positions I promised her.

She clenches around me, and my eyes roll back behind my head. I clutch her head between my hands and lower my mouth to one of her tits as I ram into her.

“Yes! Yes!” she screams as she clutches my back, her hands moving up and down as if trying to grasp on but also wanting to touch me everywhere.

“Fuck. You’re perfect,” I say around one nipple, then move to the other. Her back arches off the bed as she pushes her tits into my face.

I’m not even stroking her clit and I can feel her tense at the beginning of another orgasm. Christ. If she comes on my cock, there’s no way I’ll be able to hold on. I pull out and her eyes spring open.

“Up.” I loop my arm around her waist and flip her over and pull her to all fours. “Jesus. Your ass is perfection.”

I squeeze both warm globes in my hands and massage her, eliciting more sultry moans from her gorgeous mouth.

“Tell me you want this, sweetheart.” I need her reassurance to wash away the guilt of being an asshole. Sure, I gave her orgasms. Sure, I didn’t force her into any of this. But it could be her lust, her hormones, or maybe even some of the tequila talking. I can’t have her regretting any of this in the morning.

She pushes her blonde hair off her shoulder with her cheek and gives me the sexiest, sassiest smile I’ve ever seen. “I get the feeling you’re more talk than action, big boy. You’ve made me come with your fingers and with your mouth. Afraid that measly cock of yours can’t finish me off?”

A growl escapes my lips and I hold on to her hips as I pound into her from behind. I can’t help but smile when her eyes and mouth open wide as she gasps for air. If this is what she wants, I’ll fuck her into oblivion.

I’m relentless, giving her all I have, thrust after thrust. I’m tempted to reach around and stroke her clit, but I’m not one to back down from a challenge. I’ll bring her to orgasm with just my cock.

My hands find her breasts and I squeeze them tight to hold her in place as I continue to pound into her. The slapping of my balls against her ass, her gasps, her calling out to God, her pleasure, has me not wanting to ever stop. It’s the sweetest, sexiest, most fucking euphoric sound I’ve ever heard.

I’m afraid I’m hurting her as my cock beats into the wall of her cervix. She’s white knuckling the sheets and I lean over her body until she collapses onto the bed spread eagle. My hands find hers and I thread our fingers together as I slow my thrusts knowing the sensation of the sheets under her clit is driving her mad.

She lifts her ass and I push her lower back down with my stomach so she’s flat as I slow the movement of my hips.

“What... are you... doing.”

I nip at her earlobe and drag my nose along the back of her neck. “Seeing if”—I pull my cock all the way out of her and grin when she whines—“my measly cock—” I slowly—so fucking painfully slowly—glide it back in—“can get you off.”

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