Page 7 of Voracious

Note to self: Have Stacey moan my name while fucking her. Preferably not while sharing a tent with my brother and friends.

I nod, gulping before caressing her lips with a gentle kiss. Without breaking our mouths apart, I grab her thigh, holding it to my hip as I line up and push into her with ease. The warmth of her tightness has my eyes closing, has me holding in the noises threatening to leave my throat at how perfectly her pussy is gripping my dick.

Without the barrier of a condom, I can feel everything. From how wet she really is, to the addictive heat, the way her inner walls accommodate my length, the slight pressure from still being new to sex. I already thought sex was amazing, but without the barrier, I think I might die from how good it feels.

Just this once, I’ll enjoy this. As much as fucking her bare for the rest of my life sounds like a day in heaven.

Stacey – flushed with parted lips and dilating eyes – grips on to me for dear life as I sink deeper. I slide out, keeping the tip in, then thrust in again. And again. And again. Until I’m swallowing each shattering sound from her lips with a solid kiss and holding on to her as she matches each thrust. My tongue is on hers, my fingers digging into her flesh, and I glance at the bodies beside us to make sure no one has woken up.

I devour her mouth, tasting her, feeling her under my fingertips as I explore every inch of her body.

I’ll never get used to this. Her.

“Mine,” I say against her mouth.

No one else’s.

I kiss her shoulder, the area where she has a rose and skull tattooed on her skin, then I drag my mouth to her throat, where I want to wrap my hand around it. An impulsive thought, one I’ll never act on.

This is the sixth time we’ve had sex; I doubt she’ll be comfortable with me grabbing her throat while fucking her.

I stop moving when I notice she’s trying to take control. Her little breaths and the way she can’t take her eyes off mine have me cupping her face in both hands, slamming my mouth on hers and letting her take the reins.

She digs her nails into my scalp, tugging my hair to use as leverage to grind on me. Each thick inch is cradled by her wet pussy, and she hooks her heel to my thigh so she can fuck me harder. If we weren’t in a tent with people, I’d allow myself to moan and not bite my lip to stifle each sound.

My balls squeeze, tingling from electrifying sensations at my spine, and I’m so fucking close to exploding inside her, but I’m not ready for this to end.

I pull out completely. “Turn around.”

She does, giving me her perfect ass. I cradle a cheek in my palm, squeezing as I kiss a wet trail up the side of her throat to her ear then nudge through her entrance from behind. It’s tighter from this angle – I hold her leg up as I fuck into her pussy.

It’s a slow and torturous rhythm that I want to speed up; I want to ignore the others sleeping so close to us and slam into her harder, faster, to hear her moaning so loud she wakes all of the wildlife in this campsite.

“Oh God,” she breathes, backing into each thrust, making me go deeper and hitting that sweet spot that has her writhing. I cover her mouth before she can get any louder as I pick up the pace.

I drop my chin, whispering against her ear. “Close your eyes. I don’t want you looking at my friends or my brother while you come from me fucking you.”

A perfectly acceptable demand. In my head anyway. She shuts her eyes and digs her nails into my wrist, my hand still on her mouth as I thrust harder.

Skin slapping skin and heavy breaths echo around the tent, but they don’t stop me from driving into her, or Stacey from arching her extremely flexible back and giving me a new angle.

“You’re doing so good, Freckles,” I say, kissing below her ear as I thrust harder. My voice is shaky, but I keep praising her. “Taking it so fucking well.”

I can feel my dick swelling, the head throbbing from how much she’s tightening around it. I reach in front of her, dropping my hand between her legs and pinching herclit.

She bites into my palm as she clenches around me, her walls strangling my dick as her orgasm crashes into her. Each pulse, each time she swallows me with her euphoric spasms, I start to lose my vision. Blurry. Hazy. Like I’m happy drunk or on uppers, my own fucking drug as my balls pull.

I bury my head into the crook of her neck, sucking on the skin there as my thrusts quicken – until I stop completely, stilling deep, my cock twitching as I fill her with each drop of my cum.

I’ve no idea how long we lie here, cuddling, trying to catch our breaths. Long after we fix our clothes, Stacey stays in my arms. We hear birds chirping, the lapping of the water nearby and the pattering of rain against the tent.

She eventually goes out to pee, because apparently that’s a thing after sex, but comes straight back to me.

“I should go,” she says quietly. “People might start waking up.”

I stroke her cheek with my knuckles. “Come for a smoke with me first.”

“We should make a deal to quit,” she says, narrowing her eyes. “It’s bad for us.”

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