Page 176 of Trick

My hips pitched deeper, sliding through her sodden walls inch by inch. She wound herself around me, squeezing when it hurt, sighing when it felt good.

At last, her cunt melted around me. Her body unwound, waist catching every sinuous snap of my body, hips rowing with mine. Quick puffs of air blew from her lungs and finally congealed into a single whimper.

“That’s it,” I hummed. “That’s it, my princess. Open wide for me. Enjoy yourself.”

Briar’s fingers entwined in my hair. Taking that as encouragement, I slid my cock further … higher … deeper. Dampness spread around the head and suctioned it inside her.

My lips peeled back on a silent hiss, her warm grip so glorious it threatened to eviscerate my self-control. ’Twas all I could do not to butcher this moment by lurching the entirety of my cock into the soaked clutch of her body.

With measured swings of my hips, I spread her crease wider … wider still.

Briar’s sighs toughened into moans, each one in tempo to my waist. Her thighs shook, splaying further around my hips. The inner flanks of her pussy leaked, coating my erection.

My body knew about cadence and motion. Briar needed me longer, harder. She was ready, and I was long past the point of sanity.

Wicked hell, she was dripping all over me.

With a groan, I clasped her hips. In slow motion, I sank her fully onto me.

A cry sprang from her tongue. A grunt tore out of me as my cock pitched through her slit, the walls parting and then enwrapping me. Heat clamped my flesh from base to crown.

She felt mesmerizing, sexual, powerful. She felt like my destruction.

Briar’s mouth unhinged against mine, small pants teetering from her lungs. Yet her focus never left mine as she spoke under bated breath. “Oh.”

“Dear fuck,” I uttered, haggard. “Briar.”

“Oh, gods … Poet.”

I shook my head and grasped her face. My mouth seized hers. As promised, I kissed hard and began to fuck her sweetly.

My tongue swept into her mouth as my waist pitched into Briar. Both worked her, one deep, the other long. My lips reeled with hers as my cock lunged slowly, steadily, sensuously in and out of her. As I was about to leave her clutch completely, I rocked forward.

Again. And again. And again.

Brian’s moans broke apart on my mouth. Her legs knitted around my waist and rode my thrusts. I paced myself, rolling my hips, withdrawing to the crest and slinging in to my base. With every languid pass of my cock, I tore gravely noises from both of us that cut through the forest.

My hips swiped upward, my cock plying through the pleats of her cunt. They parted, flexing around the column and clinging to every inch. I swiveled into her, my ass swinging back and forth, the rounded head tapping repeatedly against the tight hilt of her walls. Each time I nudged there, she wept in delirium.

My cock rowed in, glided out fully, and rowed in again. Her arousal glistened over the broad pommel of my erection, visible just before I sank back into her, to the top of my sac. I did this, and I did it more, and more, and more.

Endlessly, I cast inside Briar. My waist ground lazily with hers, my body impaling her gently, and her folds squeezing me mercilessly. I didn’t let up, not even as she dilated around me, taking my cock effortlessly now.

Instead, I hardened my thrusts, pumping with a little more heft and maintaining a torturous rhythm. Briar’s mouth hung ajar. She liked this pressure, the steady weight of it, how it pushed her upward.

She grabbed tufts of my hair. My fingers dug into her hips, which layered over mine and caught each measured jolt. Whilst I reeled my cock into her, our mouths cemented, our tongues swiping. We kissed in tandem, bodies adhering, pelvises bridled.

I lashed my waist patiently, my cock growing ever broader between her walls. Each collision of hips threw shockwaves up my vertebrae. I could perish, die a slow death like this.

Briar started to writhe, muffled sobs tumbling from her as she ground onto my lap and drenched my cock. My eyes slid back into my head. I wrested my mouth away to watch her unravel. She jostled above me, lips apart, breasts flushed, molten red hair spilling down her back.

Beads of sweat gathered between her clavicles and glazed my torso. Her cinched features screamed for more, more, more.

Obliging, I grasped her ass and unleashed, hauling her into me. The force spread her legs farther, my cock launching into her and doubling its pace.

Briar keened, crying to the beat of my hips. On each fluid stroke, her soaked body clenched me to the seat and released me to the slit.

So good. So wet. So mine.

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