Page 119 of Severed Rivalry
“Quick now,” I agree. “But slow and leisurely later, okay?”
She just smiles as she reaches for me, gliding her palm roughly against my aching cock as she backs up until her knees hit the bed. “What do you want?”
“You. Only you.”
“You have me.” Her ass hits the bed and I give her a little shove, enjoying the playful squeal as she topples to the mattress.
I grab her joggers and quickly remove them, staring down at every fantasy I’ve ever had. “Still too many clothes.”
“If you’d rather wait…” she teases.
I grab her legs and flip her to her belly, giving a light spank to her perfect ass cheek. “Ass up.”
And fuck if that perfect ass isn’t pushed back my way… tantalizing me, taunting me, teasing me.
Gripping her hips, I pull her back to stand between her legs. I use my cock to stroke through her wetness, my head tapping at her clit between strokes. Her gasps are music to my dick, because my brain has gone on vacation and the lower organ is now calling all the shots.
It wants her tight, hot pussy. I position at her entrance and with a long hard thrust I’m fully seated. She bucks at the intrusion, but her moan is pure pleasure. Folding my body over hers, I fuck her with abandon. Snaking an arm under her, I finger her clit, rubbing tight fast circles. When she’s close and her pussy is constricting me to the apex of pleasure, my orgasm barrelsthrough my body and down my spine, and I pinch. “Come, Angel.”
She does, all over my cock, squeezing me in a vise that borders on pain, except for the ripples of straight carnal bliss that suck me under. I plant to the root as she screams my name and milks me with a brutal orgasm.
And I yell her name as I rock us through our bodies’ seemingly never-ending pleasure.
Her knees give out and she collapses to the mattress, me still inside her. The tight, nearly cruel grip is almost too much on my oversensitive flesh.
I stroke. I rock. I feel the evidence of my release and her own and I glide along in that beauty.
“You want more babies, Angel?”
Sariah
Can a person be fucked into hallucinations? The answer is yes. I only know this because somewhere in orgasm-land where my Gumby body floats in endless happiness, my brain has conjured the wild, wacky, and unfathomable.
I laugh. That action ripples and moves the man still inside me, and my laugh becomes a moan. Without thinking, I use the energy I still have to rock. My leverage sucks, but I’ll take any time I can get to fuck myself on Cian’s cock.
“Angel?”
I try to speak, but moans and grunts are all I have. I want more. I need more. And if bucking and rocking are it, I’ll take it. Fisting the sheets, I use what little space I have to push back to take and take. “More, Ci. I need more.”
His hand under me lifts and massages my clit. He moves, but he’s not fully hard.
“Are you going to answer me?”
“Yes?”
He stops everything, caging me in. I can’t move. His finger on my clit disappears. I’m completely surrounded, the only sound is the ragged inhale of our breaths.
“So?”
“I don’t know what we’re talking about, Ci.”
“Do you want more kids, Angel?”
I freeze, because I’m not hallucinating. “Pull out,” I direct.
He does, and I immediately feel the loss of him inside me.
I’ve also lost playful, attentive Cian, because when I roll over, his eyes are shuttered and his chin lowers.
