Page 17 of Saving Blood

Oh fuck, yeah, this was happening.

I deepen the kiss, and she sucks on my tongue, then clamps her teeth and bites down hard.

“Shit!” I jerk back and glare at her. “What the fuck?”

“Just wanted to see how tough you are? Also wanted to know how rough you like it.”

I bark out a laugh. “I can take anything you got.”

Our faces are only inches apart. “Prove it.”

Without another word, I dig my hand into her skimpy denim shorts, find her center and drive my middle finger deep. She writhes against my palm, and I dive in for another brutal kiss, angling my finger higher until she moans in my mouth.

Her nimble fingers tear at the tab and zipper of my jeans, and when her warm palm circles my cock, my knees shake. She strokes me, and, unbelievably, my cock gets harder. She keeps up the pace, but I need more, so I jerk away from her and rip down the zipper of her shorts.

I push away the denim and spin her around. “Brace your hands against the wall.”

She flattens her palms on the bricks and arches her back, practically shoving her beautiful ass in my face. Shit, I have to do it, so I lean in and bite those beautiful cheeks. She squeals, and I lave the skin with my tongue, sucking on her sweet flesh until I get my fill.

Leaning back, I grip her hips then notch my throbbing dick between her tight ass cheeks. Sweet fuckin’ relief, but it isn’t enough. My dick is more than ready, and it wants in.

Swear to fuck, I think my eyes crossed, but I have to stay focused and dig a wrap out of my pocket. I fumble with the denim hanging off my hips until I retrieve the foil packet.

She wiggles her hips in anticipation, and I almost drop the damn thing. My breathing catches in my throat, but I manage to rip the wrapper between my teeth. I pull back slightly, sheathe myself then dive back in. I angle her hips higher, and because of her magnificent, long legs, we fit perfectly. I hit into her so hard, the first time her feet rise off the ground, but that is only the beginning.

“Ohhhh, fuck, yeah.” I dig my fingers into her skin, knowing I’m leaving a mark, slamming her hard, then digging deeper. I want her to feel every inch of me now and for the rest of the fuckin’ week. Every time her shorts rub her clit, I want her to think of me and how I filled her up.

She turns her head and grins. “Harder, I want it harder.”

Fuck, most women tell me to slow down. I know my cock is big, but Maxine takes it all and wants more. Un-fuckin-believable—I finally met a woman who likes it as hard and rough as me.

I hike her hips higher, slap her perfect ass, then pound harder. The slapping of our skin amps me up as she rides my cock. Her fingers claw at the brick wall with every thrust as the muscles of her shoulders tighten and release. I never want this to end, but the sweet torture is building in my balls, and it won’t be long before I’ll be shooting my load.

I reach around her hips, and when I finger her clit, she moans.

“You almost there, babe?” I pant out, unable to breathe.

“Yes, yes, more please, harder.”

I rub her nub in a slow, deliberate rhythm until her hips jerk, and when I twist it between my thumb and forefinger, she yells out, pulsing against my swollen dick.

“Fuuuck.” I pull almost all the way out and slam back in, filling her with my cream.

The pulsing of our bodies makes me ride the wave longer. I brace my hands against the wall as her body shakes against me. Still nestled in her heat, I wrap my arm around her waist and hold her tight to me, our choppy gasps the only sound in the dark night.

My heart finally slows, and I ease out of her warmth. Missing the heat of her body, I keep her close, burying my face in her hair. I chuck the rubber into the alleyway and turn her toward me. Her flushed face shines under the halogen lights, her hair damp and tangled around her shoulders.

“You fuckin’ drained me dry, babe.” I lick my lips then press my forehead against hers, still trying to regain my strength. “I got nothing left.”

She burrows her head into my shoulder, and I suck in her sweet scent mixed with night air and sex.

“Fuckin’ amazing.” I thread my fingers through her hair. “Imagine what we’ll be able to get up to in my bed.”

“In your bed?”

“Yeah, the next time we do this, I want you sprawled out under me in my bed.”

She cocks her head and meets my eyes. “There won’t be a next time.”

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