Page 89 of Sinful
Her free hand fists my hair, holding me there until she's spent, her body slumping against the tree.
But I'm not done.
Rising up, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, my cock throbbing painfully against my zipper.
I spin her around roughly, pressing her front to the bark.
The rough texture bites into her breasts, her nipples scraping against it as she braces her hands on the trunk, ass pushed out toward me, inviting.
I free my cock, thick and veined, pre-cum beading at the tip.
Gripping her hip with one hand, I line up and slam into her pussy in one brutal thrust.
She cries out again, hand flying back to her mouth, but I don't care— the sound is music, her tightness gripping me like a vice.
I pull out almost all the way, then drive back in, hard and deep, my balls slapping against her clit.
The bark digs into her palms and belly as I fuck her relentlessly, each thrust pounding her into the tree.
Her pussy clenches around my cock, slick and hot, sucking me in deeper.
I reach around, pinching her clit between my fingers, rolling it as I fuck her into oblivion.
Leaning over her back, I grab a fistful of her blonde hair, yanking her head back.
My other hand snakes under her, cupping her breast again.
I pinch her nipple hard, twisting it while I suck on the side of her neck, biting down to mark her.
She muffles another scream, her body arching, pushing back to meet my thrusts.
The tree's bark rakes her skin—red welts forming on her chest and stomach—adding that edge of pain that makes her even wetter.
I feel her building again, her walls fluttering around my shaft.
"Fuck, you're so tight," I growl against her ear, slamming harder.
My cock stretches her, hitting her cervix with every brutal plunge.
Sweat slicks our bodies, the night air cooling it as I rut into her like an animal.
She drops her hand from her mouth just long enough to gasp my name, then covers it again as another scream builds.
I release her hair, both hands now on her hips, fingers bruising as I pull her onto me, fucking her faster, deeper.
Her second orgasm rips through her, her pussy spasming, milking my cock.
She bites her own hand this time, tears of pleasure streaking her face as she shakes.
The sight pushes me over— I thrust one last time, burying myself to the hilt, and come hard, flooding her with hot spurts.
Rope after rope paints her insides, leaking out around my cock as I grind against her, prolonging it for both of us.
We stay like that, panting, my forehead pressed to her shoulder.
The bark has left angry scratches on her skin, but she doesn't complain—instead, she reaches back, squeezing my thigh.
Slowly, I pull out, watching my cum drip from her swollen pussy down her thighs.
