Page 107 of The Proposal Pact
“There we go.” I move almost painfully slowly and groan. “My wife has the tightest pussy, doesn’t she?”
Sophie whimpers in response and it only spurs me on as I pick up my pace, fucking her faster and faster. Her small tits bouncing with each thrust.
“Fuck. Fucking hell, Sophie,” I mutter, stilling inside her and drop down to her tits. “I’ve wanted to taste these for so long.” I palm them, wrapping my lips over her pebbled nipples. One and then the other, sucking them into my mouth to the sound of her soft moans and her pussy desperately trying to move over me.
I lift my mouth off her, a thin line of my saliva trailing after me and I slide my hands over them, rubbing the tight, wet buds with my palms. Sophie throws her head back, whimpering, her hips shifting,begging.
“More,” she pleads, raising her hips to meet mine, and I growl, lightly slapping her tits but just hard enough to still see the faint red mark over them and I fucking love it.
“Behave, wife. There’s only so much control I have right now.” I wrap both my hands around her hips, the tips of my fingers on her ass and squeeze hard as I slide inside her in another torturously slow thrust.
“Fuck your control, Clover,” she breathes out and digs the heels of her feet over my back and ass, drawing me closer until I fall over her body as she sinks her fingers into my hair, kisses me, hard.
Yeah…fuck my control.
Ripping away from her lips, I flip her around like my perfect doll with her ass up and cover her with my body. My cock, covered in her wetness, sliding over her swollen lips from behind as I fist my hand in her hair, arching her back as far as it’ll go and thrust inside her, sinking my teeth into the curve of her neck.
Sophie screams, and I slap her ass. Hard.
The lewd sounds of us fucking, my balls slapping against her pussy and moans filling the whole apartment.
“You wanted more. I’ll give you fucking more.” I slap her cheeks again and again with every thrust and to the sound of her beautiful whimpers. “Mmm, you’re dripping everywhere, wife.” I feel her wetness coating us.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, and I bite back a curse. How much more perfect can she get? “I’m gonna come, Clover, I’m gonna come.”
“Then fucking come for me,” I growl in her ear, then slide my hand over to her nipple and pinch it hard.
Sophie screams, her hips moving faster against me, her fingers fisting the sheet, the back of my neck, my hair, and anything else she can reach. I catch the glint of my ring on her finger, and something snaps me inside me as I thrust into her hard. Her walls squeeze so tight around my cock there’s no hope for me and I come with her, fucking her even harder as she milks every drop of cum out of me.
Both our arms give out and we drop to the bed, with me on top of her. My semi-hard cock still deep inside her pussy, pulsating with aftershocks of the most explosive orgasm I’ve ever had.
Our bodies are covered in sweat and her scent is so much stronger now, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. I nuzzle my nose into her damp, mussed hair, drawing a lungful, and I swear my cock twitches inside her.
I don’t remember it ever being this good, this raw and explosive. Sex was never like this.
Sophie let's out a small mewl underneath me.
Fuck, I must be crushing her small body. I start to get up, but her arm shoots up, curving around my neck as she pulls me back on top of her.
Not strong enough to fight her when deep inside, I don’t want to move away from her either, I allow my body to crush over hers again with a content sigh.
“Sophie.” Her name is like a prayer on my lips as I press them against her sweet, damp skin. Soft and pleading. For what? I don’t know.
“Clover.” A shudder runs through her that reverberates through me.
I’ve had her once. That’s what I promised myself. Just to have this one time with her. To sate my need.
Begrudgingly, I roll off her to the side, my cock slipping out of her, and I realize I haven’t worn a condom. Fuck, I run a hand over my face just as Sophie turns hers toward me, still lying on her stomach.
“What?” she asks, softly, wisps of her hair clinging to her forehead, her arms tucked in by her face.
“I didn’t use a condom.”
Her lips curve in a salacious smile that looks downright sinful as she lays there, naked on our bed. “I know. I can feel you dripping out of me right now.”
I groan, dropping my head to the pillow and squeezing my eyes shut. “Little menace, do not say things like that to me right now.” She giggles in response, and I send a glare her way. “Why aren’t you freaking out about this?”
Because I sure as fuck can feel the panic slowly raising up to the surface.
