Page 29 of Backstroke

The heat of her body pressing against mine feels like I’m burning alive. My hands grab her mouth-watering ass, lifting her higher.

“Remy!” she yelps, as she digs her nails into my shoulders. I chuckle at her exasperation. “You’re going to drop me!” That makes me grip her hips tighter.

“Don’t,” I snap. I know what she’s thinking, and it pisses me the hell off. “Don’t say it,” I demand. She closes her mouth instantly, her response dying on her tongue.

“Wrap your legs around me,” I order. Hesitantly, she does as I say, locking them around my lower back. My hard cock presses slightly against her hot, wet center.

“Tell me you don’t want this, Fallon. You may hate me, but your pussy aches for me. It aches for something only I can give,” I insist, needing to give her an out, even if I don’t think I could stop if she said so. I’m too close to tearing her pussy up. She’s trembling, but her eyes don’t waver. It’s a challenge. She isn’t going to be the one to back down, and the hell if I will.

I slam inside, feeling the small resistance rip away as I slide as deep as she can take me. Never did I think that claiming a virgin cunt would be as gratifying. I was mostly sure she was innocent, but confirming that I’m the first has me seeing stars.

Fallon’s cries spread through the trees and echo through the forest.

“Fuck,” I groan. “Your pussy is strangling my cock.” The moon casts a small glow on Fallon’s face, allowing me to see the tear sliding down her cheek. My hips pull back slightly, then pound deeper. This time, I’m completely bottomed out. Leaning forward, I lick her tear away.

“Those are mine.Always mine.“ Her whimpers turn to pants as I thrust hard and fast, over and over, until she’s rocking her hips along with mine.

Fast.

Hard.

Unrelenting.

I feel her tighten around me and I know she’s close. I’ve never cared if my partners got off, but something about Fallon has me circling her clit with one hand. I want her to fall apart aroundme. I need to be the reason for the blush creeping into her cheeks.

“Come for me, little fox,” I order, and that’s all it takes for her body to obey. It knows who it belongs to.

“Remy!” she screams, digging her nails into me hard enough that I know will leave marks, which turns me on even more. If that’s possible.

“Such a good girl,” I purr, nipping and licking along her neck. I want to mark her. I have this overwhelming feeling of needing everyone to know she’s not available. That she’s been claimed by a beast, by The Shark. My mouth latches on to her throat, sucking until she’s wincing in pain, but I don’t stop there. I pepper her skin in hickies, loving how much I know she’ll hate them.

Fallon threads her fingers through my hair and pulls my mouth to hers. I stop moving. Completely foreign feelings spread through me once my lips connect with hers.

I don’t kiss.

I’ve never kissed.

It’s too intimate.

It’s nothing I’ve ever desired, but my mind explodes, giving in and devouring her lips. My hips slam into her with a new found purpose as my tongue delves into the sweet depths of her mouth. She tastes like strawberries and something that I know is one hundred percent Fallon. Her tongue ring only intensifies the current coursing through me.

It’s intoxicating.

Profound.

Electric.

Fallon pulls away and we both suck in ragged breaths. She’s panting, her breathing matching my own. I crush my lips down on hers again as I thrust once more, coming harder than I ever have in my life. Another orgasm rips through her as I swallowher screams. Her pussy holds me like a fucking vice, and I realize I’m still hard as a rock. I need her all over again.

“You just–you came inside me!” Her post orgasmic glow fades as her anger returns, making me smile.

“You’re on the shot.” I drop her legs and hold her until she’s steady on her feet. My hard cock pressed between us.

“How?” She’s cute when she gets worked up.

“I read your records. I’m not done with you. Lay down on our clothes.”

“What the hell, Remy!” she hisses.

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