Page 38 of Rogue

“I told you not to move,” I reprimanded, grinning inwardly as I gave her ass another slap with my left that made her gasp a delicious little hiss. Then I brought my right hand up so we could both see how wet and shiny she’d left my fingers and inhale the musky scent of her arousal. “What do you want?”

She stared at my fingers for a moment, stared at the blatant truth of her desire and need, the reality of what I had done to her, then she threw a look back at me. “You… you bastard.” Her eyes were dark with lust, but she held my gaze defiantly, owning it. “I want your fucking cock. So just fuck me already!”

She didn’t need to tell me twice.

It took all of three seconds for me to get my jeans open. Then, after pushing them halfway down my legs, I gripped her hips and thrust.

“Oh… oh my god!” she moaned, her eyes going wide, that sexy mouth dropping open in a long moan as I passed through her folds and slid into her cunt.

And fuck, she felt incredible. Slick and warm and so fucking snug. Her body wrapped around my cock like a silken glove, and I couldn’t stop my hips from curling into her warmth.

“Fuck… you feel so good,” I grunted, swept up in the moment, taken by the thrill of fucking this woman I hardly knew. Driven wild by the sheer eroticism of seeing her bent over, of watching my cock slide through her folds and come out dripping with her cream. It was so primal. Bestial and pure instinct. The animal instinct to take and claim what was mine.

Jane was right there with me, pushing back to meet me, her slurred breathless sobs and mews of pleasure every time I sunk a little deeper, spurring me on. Driving me to go harder, faster, until-

“Oh fuck! Too much… so deep…” she gasped as I dragged her back to meet me, burying my cock in her all the way to the root. I was almost afraid I’d gone too far, but no sooner had I paused to let her adjust than she was thrusting back against me, demanding more. “Oh-my-god, oh-my-god, yes, just like that, just like-oh fuck!”

“Is this what you want?” I asked, giving her ass another swat before reaching down to palm her mound. Her body shuddered at the contact and her pussy clenched, milking me as I rubbed her clit.

“Yes! Yes, this… this is exactly what I want… please… punish me… split that naughty pussy open… I deserve it… make me cum… make me cum all over your big fucking… oh!” she moaned out before throwing her head back, her voice fading away as the waves of her orgasm crashed over her.

I fucked her through it. Delighting in the way her eyes rolled back, and her fingers turned white as she clawed desperately at the wall for support. Savouring every moment as she rose higher and higher to the heavens, shaking so violently that if I hadn’t been supporting her, her legs would have given way. All the while knowing I’d done this to her.

It was one of the sexiest sights I’d ever seen.

A view I knew I could never tire of.

A work of art I wanted to spend the rest of my life appreciating.

And as she reached her peak, I felt my release building, felt the sense of it erecting down near the base of my spine. Her every cry and plea for more pushed me closer and closer.

Yet it wasn’t enough. I needed more. Needed to touch her, feel her, taste her.

I needed… her.

I didn’t question the urge, just acted upon it.

Letting go of her hip, I cupped her face and dragged her head around to crush my mouth to hers. Her hands buried themselves in my hair, fisting and twisting and tugging me closer as my tongue found hers, and the raw hunger with which she returned the embrace pushed me over the edge.

I came inside her, raw and balls deep, and knew, whatever happened after, I’d regret nothing.

The only way to live a good life is to live by your emotions and know you’re doing what’s right for you, in that moment, with no regrets.

This woman, she was infuriating, combative and a downright pain in my arse, but I could already tell there was so much more to her. More than just her beauty. She was passionate and fearless, brave and tenacious, would challenge me, ground me, and just cut through all the bullshit. I wanted to see those sides of her.

“So… um, what’s your name, anyway?” she asked when we finally broke apart. Not looking at me, she straightened her shirt, then bent down to pick up her discarded shorts.

I tried not to grin at the handprint that was still branded across her otherwise perfect bum.

“I’m John,” I replied, shoving my still semi-hard cock back into my jeans and doing up the fastenings.

Pushing a stray wing of her raven hair out of her face, she looked back at me and smiled shyly. “Hi John… I’m Jane. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“The pleasure, I’m sure, is all mine.” I offered my hand.

She blushed but took my hand. “If you say so.”

And just like that, the tension was broken and I couldn’t help smiling back at her. “Well, now we’ve got formal introductions over with. Why don’t you go get yourself cleaned up, then I’ll take you out for dinner, and we can discuss what sort of man you think I am.”

What are the odds?

John and Jane.

Me Tarzan, you Jane.

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