Page 32 of Summer Shivers
I work my hand in her panties and plunge three fingers inside her, forcing her to stretch. She’s so fucking drenched. I drive them in and out of the tight space harshly as I bite at her neck. I’m not gentle. There’s nothing loving about my actions. Her moans get louder and louder.
“Oh, Ty, I’m going to come!” she cries. Her eyes shut and her body clamps down around my hand. Her juices coating my fingers. I don’t stop. Thrusting my fingers higher inside her. Punishing as best I can. Still angry over how things have played out. Wanting her to feel it.
“Aahhh!” she screams as she comes again in quick succession.
She’s ready for me. I force her mouth back to mine and kiss her hard through her orgasm. Her breath heavy through her nose. I don’t stop until I feel her muscles loosen around my fingers and her body lose its tension.
“Gonna be quick and dirty.” I pull at the scrap of lace she calls panties, easily ripping them from her body. I position my cock at her entrance and slam it home.
Our twin cries meet in the space between us.
So fucking good.
It’s been too long since it felt this good. I can’t move. If I do, I’ll come. God I’ve missed her.
She’s so hot. Tight. Wet.
Fuck.
She’s perfect.
My blood roars through my veins, drowning out the sound of her cries. I pull out slightly and look down at where we are joined. Her juices coat my cock, a sight I haven’t seen in a long, long time. She tilts her hips pulling me in further, burying her face in my neck, plastering kisses everywhere she finds skin. I piston my hips, again and again, slamming inside her as hard as I can. Wanting her to feel my balls slap against her ass. I can’t remember the last time I’ve gone at it this hard. I can feel her starting to come again, I don’t even care. I fuck her ruthlessly through it as she screams in my ear. Again, and again.
The wall behind her shakes with the force of each pump of my hips. A picture falls to the ground from beside us. Probably one of Harrison’s ego-boosting bullshit pictures. I’m close. So close. I wrap my hand in Genevieve’s hair and pull her head back, giving me unfettered access to the sensitive skin. I can’t believe how good she tastes. I bite down hard, the taste of blood tickles my tongue. She moans with satisfaction and claws at my shoulders.
I’m going to come.
I need her to get there.
One more time.
I work my hand toward her ass and push a finger in her puckered hole without preamble. Her moans grow louder.
Fuck.
I can’t hold it any longer; I let go with a roar as her pussy walls clamp down on my dick again.
My muscles tighten, my knee aches, I’m blinded by the explosion of light and feeling filling my body. I stumble back, falling against the couch behind us, my ass perches on the ledge of the back. Genevieve goes limp, draped over my shoulder, breathless and sated.
I can’t move.
I can’t breathe.
I can barely lift my head to look at her.
I take a long moment to try and catch my breath. Only when she lifts her head do I slowly open my eyes to meet hers.
“Again,” I say.
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GENEVIEVE
We stand thereunder the many showerheads, letting the water wash away sweat and bodily fluids. Tyler hasn’t said a word since our first session against the wall. Since then, he’s fucked me again on the couch, and once more in my bed. Each time more ravenously than the time before. My vagina aches from the literal pounding its taken.
He didn’t use a condom.
I didn’t ask him to.
