Page 76 of Massacre Monday
“God, I know… I barely fit. You feel amazing.”
I lift my nose so I can breathe in some fresh air, and that gives me enough focus to still the incoming flood of cum. “Okay.” I wander some fingers down to her soaked clit and gently rub while shifting slightly within her.
“Told you I’d take it. Said I’d make you mine and rip into you. You wanted it this way, though, didn’t you? Youneededit to be forced and rough.”
She slithers away from me, then settles back down slowly, feeling my entire length swell inside her. Her only reply is a sniffle, and my lips press into her neck beneath her ear as I lean over and breathe encouragement. “You can handle it. You’re tough, my partner-in-crime. The only one for me.”
My hips slide back, dragging myself out, before I thrust back in vigorously. She yelps. When I do it again, I time the end of my apex with a smack on her outer thigh. Another stroke, and she learns to match it with a little hop on my thighs. We develop a rhythm, and her cries become erotic sighs.
“That’s my girl. Yes… Taking every inch I give you like a big girl.”
Pleasure surges through my lower spine until my eyes roll into the back of my head. The cushiony surface of her interior coats me like a warm glove, gripping my cock in a choking squeeze. It’s the best thing my dick has ever felt.
Rain drops from my hair fall onto her skin as I perch on my fists, hovering above her. I fling the water off my locks and work myself as slowly as possible. Now that she seems to have settled into the motions, I surround her lower back with my forearm and pull her hips up to meet mine. My cock delves deep inside of her, the full length surrounded by her heat. Her gasp transforming into a moan rewards me.
“Now, you’re going to get it all. You want that, pink cheeks?”
With her mouth in a tight line, her only reply is some non-committal murmur. When her eyes squeeze shut, I grip her face, forcing her to look at me, drawing back in a long stroke before I shove to the hilt. A wail rises from her belly, and I capture the sound as it escapes her dusky rose-colored lips with my tongue thrust onto hers.
I do the motion again and again, dragging myself out, then plunging in. A gritted moan bellows from my chest when I can’t go any farther. Our bodies stick together, soaked with rain and sweat. My arms surround her until I can unzip her tight dress and toss it to the side so we’re completely connected. Every inch of her skin melds into mine while she soaks my abs with her desire.
A quick glance at where we’re joined shows I’m fully seated inside her, and I lean onto my elbows to catch a breath. The threat of coming grows closer, more urgent than before. “Shit. Baby, hang on. Don’t move.”
My fingers dig into her thighs to hold her in place. One shift of her pussy, one quiver, will send me over the edge and fill her up.
And it’s everything I want…
But I also want her to come first so she doesn’t absolutely hate her first time with me.
Sliding a hand up between her legs, I find her clit and rub it with two fingers. She slowly rides my length, using the headboard to pull away, then pushes herself down,gliding back and forth over my shaft, slick with her wetness.
With a smack, I swat the side of her ass and let her bounce off of me, gathering as much as she wants and controlling her own orgasm. “There you go, pink cheeks. Fuck your cock. It’s yours. Take it.”
Tiny muscles deep within her clench erratically, and she cries out, writhing beneath me. “Yes, Pen. That’s it. Good girl.”
Missing her gaze, I grasp her hair and tug until her chin tilts up. Her eyes pop open, locking onto mine just as she comes undone—raw and unguarded.Mine. Using the grip at her crown, I seal my mouth to hers, swallowing her cries as I drive deep, groaning against her lips. She tastes like vanilla and victory.
I spill inside her as her body clenches around me, taking every drop like it belongs to her.
I lose reality in our kiss. Somehow, she breathes into me the longing to live, not just for her…
Forus.
And I’m not going to waste another fucking moment of our life together.
Breaking the suction of our mouths frantically searching each other’s, my lungs gasp for air as I press my forehead to hers, mind to mind. I can’t be without her. My chest vibrates as my arms wrap around her, heart surging with warmth with her in my embrace.
She squirms in my grasp and narrows her eyes. It comes out in a harsh whisper when she finally speaks. “So, you got what you wanted. Congrats.”
“I-I’m sorry?” I spit out and lean up to give her some space. Just what the fuck is she implying?
“Got my V-card. Took me like you said. Congrats, you won.” She tugs on her handcuffs. “Now let me go.”
An involuntary growl rumbles from my chest. “The fuck you on about? You thinkthat’swhy I was doing this? Why I fuckingkilledfor you? Why I?—”
I stop. Take a breath. I’m enraged with her for thinking so little of my feelings toward her, for believing that aboutme. Her legs slip off me when I stand and grab the keys for her handcuffs, releasing her arms, then I straighten out my situation. Before I tug on my trousers, I spot the evidence of her innocence coating my dick.
She slides off the bed and turns away from me, but I snag her arm, pulling her into my chest. Droplets of water run from the ends of my hair down onto her pretty cheeks as she looks up at me with inquisitive eyes.
