Page 99 of Fight Or Flight

She inches back, tearing her tank top over her head before bending her head and taking my mouth. With her tits pressed against me, I slide two fingers inside her. Her sweet little pussy clenches around them as I pull them out and push them back in.

Faster.

Harder.

Tell me to stay.

I flip her over, pulling away the skimpy shorts that are fucking covered in her arousal and toss them behind me. My shorts are next to go. Spreading her legs wide, I slide between them. My eyes lock with hers as I bring my fingers to my lips and suck them into my mouth.

Tell me to stay.

She extends her hands, silently asking me to fall into them, and my eye catches sight of the tattoo on her wrist.

Mine.

I take her hand, turn her wrist over, and press my lips to the ink, my eyes pinned to hers.

Tell me to stay.

Swallowing, I pin her wrist to the pillow and grab her leg, lifting it to my waist as I position my cock at her entrance.

Mine.

“Eric,” she whispers. I shake my head. If she isn’t going to say the words I want to hear, then I don’t want her to say anything.

“Tell me to stay,” I beg.

I fucking plead.

She raises her head from the pillow and takes my mouth just as I push inside her. I close my eyes, fully aware there is nothing separating us.

Not a piece of latex.

Not a fucking thing.

It’s amazing, so fucking amazing. And as my eyes roll to the back of my head, it’s confirmed…every part of her was created for every part of me.

Tell me to fucking stay.

Her hips arch off the mattress and she meets me thrust for thrust. The sound of our skin slapping together mixes with the sound of our ragged breaths and fills my ears. I release her wrist and take hold of both her legs, hooking my arms under her knees as I pump faster.

Sweat clings to my body.

To hers, too.

Her eyes find mine and for the first time since the plea left my lips, her eyes glass over. It’s not enough, though. I need to hear the words.

I need them more than I need my next breath.

The back of the pull-out hits the wall.

She arches and I feel her tighten around me.

My pretty little hurricane is expressionless no more.

Every perfect feature fills with pleasure as she bites her lip and starts to spasm around me.

Tell me to stay.

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