Page 65 of The Cruelest Kind of Hate
She stills, so timid that it’s endearing. “Oh, sorry. A-are you in all the way?”
“Give me some credit. I’ve got a few more inches than that.”
Her hands anchor themselves in my sheets, and her belly flattens when she whimpers. “Gage…”
“You’re gonna take it, and you’re gonna like it. Need to see that pretty cunt clenching around all of me.” I slot myselfbetween the juncture of her thighs, pushing, pushing, andpushinguntil I’m buried to the hilt, my blunt tip bullying her cervix. Her throat works with a pained whimper, but she parts around my girth, stretching to adapt to my size like the good girl she is.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I hiss, balls tapping gently against her ass, my own ass clenched like my fucking life depends on it.
“I’m not…” she huffs, gnashing her teeth. “You’re…huge!”
“You don’t need to flatter me. I’m already inside you.”
“I hate you.”
I bend down to whisper in her ear, already starting a measured pace as I snap my hips, plowing the furthest I can go and letting her natural lubrication help with the consistency of my thrusts. “Then fuck me like you mean it.”
When I probe a sensitive spot, her nails rake down my back in smarting stings and scarlet scratches. I nearly lose my balance, but with the earnest way she’s milking me, I’m kept in place. I can feel the obtrusion of my piercings catch on her inner walls, but she doesn’t resist.
Cali moans, practically shaking the walls with the volume, pulsing around my dick and lifting her hips for me to find a better angle. I take advantage of her willingness, lining my waist up with hers to drive in askew to my previous position. I almost regret losing momentum until her back arches, and it feels like her fingers draw blood. Her eyes shutter closed, as if minimizing her vision will somehow dull the pressure in her lower belly.
“Look at me, Cali. Look at how well you’re taking me,” I demand in a husky whisper, easing myself out enough so she can watch as I slide back in.
Her eyes nearly pop out of her head as she watches, and she continues to cling to me, rolling her hips against mine. Her words are a blend of pleasured garbles and mewls, her titsbouncing when I take the liberty of speeding up. “So…good. Gage, it feels…”
“I know.”
It feels better than good. It feels fuckingfantastic. Everything is heightened with Cali—the feel of her soft skin, the taste of malt on her tongue, the sight of her unraveling as her orgasm closes in, the little noises she makes that stroke both my ego and my cock, the intensifying smell of her arousal as more of it seeps into the suction we’ve made.
“Such a good girl with the way you’re squeezing me—letting me abuse this perfect cunt of yours. The best girl,” I praise, feeling my dick spasm as the coil in my abdomen begins to stretch. “Take what you need from me, Spitfire. Take whatever the fuck you need.”
I’m not going to last long. Jesus, it doesn’t even feel like we’re fucking. I’m gonna sound like a sappy shit, but it feels like we’re making love. A little rough in unpolished places, but soft overall, words of affirmation traded for our usual clash of tongues.
“Need you filling me up, Gage. Need to feel your cum dripping out of me,” she coos, wrapping her legs around my torso and giving me an all-access pass to that holy paradise between her thighs.
“Fuck,” I groan, punctuating my eager agreement with a body-rocking pump, feeling her grasp me even tighter, nails following the irritated marks she made prior. “You have no idea how much I want that, baby. Want to paint your walls until you’re leaking onto my sheets. Gonna worship this incredible pussy so you’ll remember this moment long after it’s over.”
“Trust me, I’ll remember,” she whispers.
I press my forehead to hers. “I will too.”
I double down on the roughness of my strokes, going as hard as I possibly can without hurting her. My orgasm is scaling an impossibly tall mountain, just inches from reaching the summit,and I can see the golden glow of release just beyond the snow-capped peak. Her legs tremble and her feet lose momentary hold on my lower back, her tits recoiling from each now-sloppy rut. Our moans harmonize, rising above the party’s commotion, and my knuckles are bleached from digging into the mattress.
I have no idea how my stamina or my hip have lasted so long, but I’m not complaining. I spear my cock into her, balls slapping against her asshole, and I flex myself to make sure she can feel my piercings stimulate every nerve in her cunt.
“Mmm, Gage! Oh. Oh, God. I think I’m gonna…”
I can tell she’s getting closer with the strain of her eyes, the uneven hitch of her breath, the viselike clench of her cunt. She isn’t self-conscious about what’s going to happen next like she was the first time we were physical, and getting to see her fully let go is better than saving the winning shot of any hockey game.
My dick prods her G-spot, giving her the first taste of her long-awaited orgasm, and it only takes a few more shunts until she falls apart in my arms with a guttural cry, squirting all over my dick in concentrated pulses. Her cum leaks around the plug of my cock, dripping onto the sheets and splattering the lower half of my body.
Feeling her bathe my cock, seeing her all over my navy sheets, is enough for me to sputter inside her, spraying long, thick ropes of cum that intermingle with the overflow from hers. Everything is warm and wet, coddling my happily softening dick, and I don’t rush to pull out of her.
My milky spend travels down her legs, accentuating the sticky slap of her thighs, and the combined scent of our desire steeps the space around us. This is a goddamn dream—seeing her spent beneath me with my cum trickling out of her.
The breath Cali’s not wasting on insulting me is flowing out of her in quick pants, face flushed and a dazed look in her eyes. “That was…”
Still hovering over her, I grin. “The best Halloween you’ve ever had?”
