Page 9 of Ensnared By Silence
“It’ll fit,” I purred and flexed my hips, working deeper into her tight pussy until I bottomed out with my balls resting against her tight ass.
I withdrew my hips and her sultry gaze locked with mine as I slammed all eight inches back into her, rocking her on the couch, only to grip her hips and pull her back onto my cock. Over and over, I thrust into her, feeling something deep inside me right itself. This is where I belonged, buried between her creamy thighs with my name slipping from her lips in ecstasy.
“Hayden. Oh, God. Don’t stop,” she panted and swiveled her hips as I plunged deep and hard with each thrust.
“Your pussy was made for my cock. Do you feel it?” I asked, thrusting to the hilt and pressing deeper, feeling her cervix against the head of my cock.
She nodded and moaned, “Yes.”
Her agreement forced words from my mouth I had never uttered before.
Thrust.
“This pussy is mine.”
Thrust.
“Mine to fuck.”
Thrust.
“Mine to cherish.”
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
“Yours,” she whimpered, and I felt her walls grip my shaft tighter as her mouth fell open and her eyes slammed closed.
I needed to see her, to look into her beautiful eyes as she fell apart on my cock. I barked at her, “Give me your eyes, Aubrey.”
Her green eyes snapped to mine, and I wet my thumb with her juices and rubbed her clit in fast circles as her pussy squeezed tighter and tighter. Her hips pumped in time with mine and her legs shook as the first wave of her orgasm crested. She gasped and released a moan of pure unbridled passion.
The rippled contractions of her wet pussy pulled my orgasm from me, the tingles building to a rapid crescendo before erupting from me, filling the condom.
“Oh baby,” I moaned and leaned over, kissing her and feeling a part of me join with her as the aftershocks pulsed through us.
My knees ached from kneeling between her legs on the carpeted floor, but it was worth it to taste her, to feel her come, and to see the glow from her glistening skin. I slowly retracted from her warmth and an ache built in the pit of my stomach. Slipping the condom off, I tossed it into the wastebasket by my desk.
I plopped on the couch next to her, my limp dick resting outside my pants, her skirt still pushed around her hips, and her perfect pussy on display. Leaning over, I kissed her on the side of the head, and she turned, offering me her lips. I grasped her cheek and turned her face to mine, slowly caressing my tongue with hers.
“That was amazing,” she purred and smiled at me.
“It was better than amazing. I still can’t feel my legs,” I returned, and she giggled into the room.
Standing, I tucked my growing cock into my pants and zipped them up before turning and grabbing a towel from the wet bar. Wetting it in the small sink in the attached bathroom, I returned to Aubrey and cleaned the evidence of our frantic passion from her skin. Immediately, I wanted to mark her skin with my cum, but knew that may be too much, too quick.
After experiencing the perfection of her pussy, seeing how adventurous she was to fuck with almost forty people less than fifty feet away, only solidified my decision to pursue her. Her friend, Mathias, called me over to the table the minute she was past the pool table and basically told me she had a crush on me, and she loved forward men who spoke their minds. If I wanted her, I needed to tell her and let her decide if she was interested.
Getting the approval of her friend meant a chance for something more in the future. For now, I wanted to take her back to the bar and celebrate her birthday in style. I offered her my hand, and she stood from the couch, righting her clothes and hiding my new happy place from me.
She seemed a little uncertain, and her gaze kept swinging around the room like she wanted to escape. Kissing her hand, I looked deep into her eyes as I suggested, “Let’s go have a drink.”
She seemed confused but willingly followed behind me. We passed the women’s bathroom, and she released my hand as she explained, “I’ll meet you out there.”
The smile didn’t reach her eyes, and from the hollow look in her gaze, she held many secrets behind her smile. I waited for her in the hallway and when she exited, her hair was fixed and her makeup perfect. There was no evidence of our incredible sex on her as we walked back into the bar and rejoined Mathias. One of my regulars, Dalton, was sitting with him.
Dalton, a.k.a. Skid, was a member of the Death Hounds MC and he’s been a regular for years. He was a great friend, and more than a few times since Allie fucked off, he poured my drunk ass into a car, listening to me moan about the beautiful brunette who didn’t know I was alive. His eyes were filled with laughter as I walked up with Aubrey tucked into my side. He joined Mathias on his side of the booth, and I let Aubrey slide in before I took my seat.
It felt like we had done this a hundred times before, and having her tucked into my side settled a part of me that had been chaotic. Drinks were delivered a few minutes later, and the music grew in volume as people filled the small dancefloor in the corner.
