Page 113 of Filthy Little Pretties
“Grey.”
I leave one more kiss to her pussy before I stand, relishing the taste of her on my tongue, and let my eyes drift over her nude body. Her chest rises and falls in the silence as I take my time to admire every fucking inch. A surprised gasp escapes her gorgeous mouth as my hand lifts, running up between her breasts, stopping to feel her heart beat.
Of all the pieces she’s giving me, it’s always been her heart I wanted most.
She reaches out. “Stop torturing us,” she says and jerks the buttons on my jeans, setting each one free and urging my pants open as I step in closer. Her slender hand slips inside the front of my pants and begins rubbing my hard cock as I take her lips again, dragging and pulling her lips with mine as our heads twist.
“Mmm,” she hums, rubbing up and down as I press my cock into her hand while bringing my lips to her ear.
“Spread.”
Her eyes lock on mine as I pull back, and she gives a sly smile, widening her stance. I pull her bottom lip between mine, letting it go with a pop. “Further.”
Her legs take slow steps open, wide enough for me to nestle between. I reach down and hitch one of her legs up, pushing her knee open against the bookcase, spreading her pussy for me to admire. My hand reaches inside my half-opened jeans, pulling out my throbbing cock as her arms lift to grip the shelf above her head, forcing her tits to jut forward.
“Look at us.”
Fuck. I’m so hard I can barely keep myself calm. My palm is wrapped around myself, gripping hard as I take long drags and tugs up, as I look down at her glistening pussy. Her head is bowed too, entranced by our closeness, turned on by the anticipation of what’s about to happen. My eyes lift to her face, and goddamn, the way she fucking watches me jerk off, running one of her hands over her body, makes me want to own her. Fill her. My thumb runs over the tip of my dick, using the precum to make my shaft slicker, and she licks her lips.
“Fuck,” I growl.
She locks her set of lust-filled eyes on me. “Fuck me, Grey McCallister.”
My head tips back, closing my eyes and committing that to memory, before looking at her and bending my knees to line the tip of my dick at her entrance as I grip her opened leg.
“With pleasure, Cherry.”
She sucks in her breath as I thrust into her, one of her hands dropping over my shoulder and digging her nails into my back.
“Oh my God!” she gasps, sucking in a breath as I bite into her neck.
I feel like a fucking animal marking my territory. I pull back slowly, groaning, digging my fingers into her soft leg, and thrust into her harder, taking her to her tiptoes, feeling her clit pulse as it’s pressed against me.
She breathless, clutching to me, lost in the insane ecstasy we both feel.
“Damn.” I groan, feeling her tight pussy contract, forcing me to hold still.
I pull out again, compelled to move faster, so I wrap the leg I have open over my hip and begin thrusting inside of her in faster jerks, feeling the softness of her walls caress my cock. I want more. It’s not enough. It’ll never be enough.
“Grey. Oh God, fuck me. Fuck me.”
That’s all it takes, the closeness, her words, this moment. My dick pushes in and out, in and out, faster and faster until neither of us can hold back. We’re frantic, kissing and tasting each other as I lift her and she wraps her other leg. I’m holding her up by her ass with one hand as the other grips her waist roughly.
We fuck savagely against the stacks of books, groaning and panting, sweat beginning to bead between our bodies. My back muscles tense and ripple with every thrust as my cock slides in and out of her warm pussy, her legs crossed around my back by the ankles.
Her breathing begins to speed up as she digs her nails into my back, pressing her swollen, hungry little clit against my body. I lean into her hard, pressing her against the bookcase unmercifully, letting her rub herself shamelessly as I fuck her. I listen to her pleas, her heavy breaths hitting my neck, feeling the blissful ecstasy we’re chasing.
“Mine,” she whispers, holding me tight and sucking hard on my neck. That’s right, baby. I’m yours.
Her arms are wrapped tightly around my neck, molding her body to me, so that we begin and end together. Fingers weave into my hair, just before she yanks my head back to kiss me violently. My stomach begins to cave, the pressure in my balls tightening as I hold her tighter, fucking her body like I’m possessed. Her hands slap and pull on my back, trying to seal us together even closer than we already are. She’s all need and lust but also so much more. We’re connected. So fucking connected we could tear each other apart with the intensity of our combustion.
“Grey. You’re not wearing a condom,” she pants, her pussy tightening around me like a vice grip.
“I don’t care,” I growl, pushing into her faster and harder, digging my fingers into her waist and ass.
She shakes her head, kissing me hard. “It’s okay, I’m on the pill.”
It’s twisted and sick, but the idea of her pregnant, locked to me for life, almost makes me come on the spot. I’m compelled to do filthy things to her in the name of love, and she’ll let me, because this is us. Compulsion, possession, need, craving, they all bear the same—love.
