Page 51 of Bad Behavior

“Ohhh!” I cry out, feeling my innermost muscles clench.

“Your pussy feels so good,” he grits out. He takes my hand and guides it down to my clit, rubbing it in gentle circles. “I want you to come again. Show me what a good girl you are. Make yourself come for me.”

His words send a shudder of pleasure down my spine. He lets go of my hand and grabs my hips, thrusting his cock into me again and again, as hard as he can. I call out, an insensible sound, as I start to touch myself.

The way he is fucking me now is rougher, coarser than before… but for some reason I like it more. A lot more. I close my eyes, rubbing my clit, and feeling the brutal way he handles me, ramming into me over and over again.

An invisible spring tightens deep inside me with every thrust, feeding my craving. My fingers help me along, but it’s really J’s cock that makes little ripples of pleasure swell and burst across my body.

He’s touching some spot deep inside me, a spot that I seem to be able to angle my body just so to encourage him to hit over and over again.

“Yes,” I groan desperately. “Yes, right there… I…”

And then I’m calling out his name, screaming it, as I go over the edge, falling into a deep ocean of pleasure. He stiffens and growls, filling me with three single, brutal thrusts. I can feel him pulsing inside my pussy.

He slows at last, half-collapsing on the bed with me. He turns me over, kissing me tenderly. I cling to him, feeling…

Loved? Freshly fucked? Overwhelmed?

Whatever else, I feel thoroughly deflowered. I lay on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat as it begins to slow. I’m trying to figure out how to ask him to stay, but he just lies there, stroking my arm, not seeming to be in any rush to leave.

My eyelids begin to droop, and my breathing evens out. I’m not asleep per se, but I’m not far from it. When he speaks, it startles me.

“Ready to go again?” he asks, his voice barely more than a rumble in his chest.

I open my eyes and squint at him. “Again?”

He chuckles, brushing my hair back from my neck. He places a long, lazy kiss on my bare skin. “I said I wasn’t going to go easy on you, didn’t I?”

I bite my lip, but we both already know my answer.

It’s yes. It will always be yes, for him.

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