Page 127 of The Loathing

Her lips fall from mine, her eyes volleying back and forth waiting for me to either go with it or walk away.

“Fuck,” I groan, my hands clasping her face as my lips cover hers, our teeth clashing before my tongue sweeps through and glides with hers. Her arms wrap round my neck and I let my hands roam down her body, cupping under her and lifting her into my arms, her legs wrapping round my waist. She whimpers as I spin and hold her against the door. My fingers fumble, pushing the hem of her pretty little sun dress up and around her waist. Letting my eyes fall between us, her pale blue lacy panties soaked. Hooking my finger round them, I pull them to the side and fall to my knees, one of my hands holding her in place as my tongue flicks against her clit, gliding up and down her pussy. Fuck I have missed her. My fingers tease at her entrance, plunging into her hard and fast.

“Oh,” she whispers, her hips bucking against my face and I press my hand a little harder to pin her still.

My cock aches and I need her. Holding onto her ass, I stand and she makes quick work of unbuckling my belt. She places her hand on my shoulders and steadies herself as I kick my suit pants off. Fisting myself from my boxers, I line my hard, thick cock at her tight, slick opening.

Our eyes meet, both panting, her fingers digging through my shirt and into the skin of my broad shoulders and I have to clamp my hand over her mouth as I slam myself into her, my hips rocking up and stilling for just a moment to let her get used to me.

I forgot how fucking good she feels. How good her tight little pussy feels clamped around my thick cock.

“You’ve got to be quiet,” I whisper, my lips falling to her neck as I begin moving. This is not slow and sensual. This is fucking.

Hard.

Raw.

Fucking.

My fingers dig into her hips as I piston my hips in and out of her, my cock slipping in and out with ease, coated in her arousal and my head tips back as I try and savour every single moment of this.

“He has no idea that I am in here, fucking what is his,” I rasp, and she lets out a quiet moan, “but you’ll never be his.”

One of her hands falls from my shoulders and skims between us as she begins to rub over her clit.

“Titus,” she begs, and I nip at her jaw, moving my lips lazily across to her ear.

“Yes, Little Red.”

“Fuck me hard, please, I need to remember this for days,” her voice cracks and my heart lurches in my chest.

I pull to the tip, seeing how her pretty little cunt stretches round me, slowly edging the tip in and out as her needy pussy grinds over me, her hips rotating as she tries to get what she needs.

“Patience Twilight,” I breathe, smirking as I grip her hips tighter.

She pants, her fingers still circling over her clit when I thrust into her hard, our skin smacking as I pound into her over and over.

“Yes,” she breathes, and I don’t miss the tear that rolls down her cheek, her pussy tightening around me. Skimming my fingers up her body, I tug at her low neckline and pull it down so I can lock my lips round her pretty, pink nipples.

Circling my hips, I match her strokes until she gasps, her eyes rolling.

“Hold off baby,” I whisper against her reddened breast.

Letting her down slowly, she winces when I pull my cock from her. I twist her round quickly, bending her over so her hands are pressed against the door, and I spread her legs, slipping two fingers into her, her hips rocking back and forth over me, her arousal dripping down my fingers and wrist.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I whisper, snatching my fingers from her then bending my legs slightly as I push her dress further up her back, I tease at her entrance with my cock, slowly edging into her before I fill her to the hilt, a soft whimper leaves her as I slip in and out, pounding into her hard. One of my large hands wraps round her tiny waist, the other grabs her messy bun as I pull her head back, my body leaning across her back.

“You take me so fucking well,” I praise her, and her pussy tightens, “come for me,” I groan as I feel my own orgasm teasing.

“Harder,” she whisper-begs and I give her all I can, fucking her deep and fast.

Her hips move over my cock, meeting my every harsh thrust and I feel her clamp down over me as she orgasms.

“Shit,” she whispers, her hand disappearing in-between her legs as she rubs herself while my cock is still buried deep inside of her, fucking her hard but slow now. Taking my time to make sure she has taken all she needs from me. Panic pricks at my skin when I realize I am fucking her without a condom, but that only makes my want for her grow. She is fucking mine.

“There’s my good girl, you’re mine,” I grunt as I fill her one last time and a shiver explodes over me, my own orgasm ploughing through me like a runaway train, and I fill her with every drop of me.

We’re both panting but neither of us say a single word. I slip out of her and turn her to face me. Lowering my lips over hers, I kiss her softly before I drop to my knees, lifting one of her legs over my shoulder as I swirl my fingers at her opening, dipping the tips in as I mix our arousal together, then push them deep inside of her.

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