Confessions of a Bad Boy(36)
Dirty, nasty, beastly feelings I never knew I had start to take over. I’ve never felt this guilty, this wrong, and I’m starting to see why it’s so popular – it’s a hell of an aphrodisiac. Turning me wild, untamable, an animal whose only purpose is to f*ck. I grab her arm and pull her away from the wall, tossing her face first onto the bed and then stalking up behind her, undoing my fly, like I’m picking my moment to pounce. She looks back at me, over her shoulder, a sly grin on her lips. A challenge.
I grab her sarong, tied in a loose knot, and pull it away like a showman, unveiling the irresistible line of her waist, the statuesque arch of her back. On the bed, on all fours, she lowers her head like a cat stretching, pushing her ass up and back towards me, a ripe peach ready for plucking, a sweeping landscape begging to be explored.
“Give it to me,” she moans.
I smack my hand against her ass and she squeals with delight. I run my hand roughly down the slope of her back, up to her hair, the grab a fistful and pull it, causing her to gasp with thrilled surprise. My cock nestles between her ass cheeks, and she rolls a little back and forth, gently stroking it between those enticing humps.
“So you like it rough?” I snarl, plucking a condom from my pocket and tearing it open with my teeth.
Her husky laugh tells me she does, and I smack her ass once again, this time drawing a long moan from her. I pull her hips back toward me and grab her ponytail in a firm tug, forcing her to press herself up against me. The condom now on my cock, I move it down between her ass, down to her *, pushing it between her thighs, enjoying the way she squeezes it between them, the way the smooth fabric of her bikini bottoms feels against its head.
“Take off that suit right now,” I growl, low and mean, as I grip her roughly, teasing her clit through her suit bottoms. “And put me inside you.”
Anxious and tense, her every breath trailing off into a high-pitched moan, Jessie unties her bottoms and throws them onto the floor, reaching between her legs to grab my cock, guiding it towards her. As I press against her slick entrance, she cries out in a frenzy, grinding her hips back to meet me as my hard length finally pushes between her * lips.
“Oh my God,” she gasps, as I slam myself inside her tight warmth. “Oh my God.”
“You like that?” I whisper, pushing and pulling inside her slowly as I stroke her ass, letting our rhythms sync, letting her * feel every ridge and curve of my cock.
“Yes,” Jessie wails, drawing out the word out to three times its length.
“Beg me for it,” I command, as the slow explorations become powerful thumps.
“Please, Nate,” Jessie squeals, her voice wobbling with every thrust. “Please.”
I reach forward and grab her ponytail again, holding her hair tight, forcing her to bring her head back, coaxing her to lose control. Then I bring my palm down again on her ass cheeks, enjoying how her firm body feels under my hands.
“More,” she sighs between her desperate breaths, “harder.”
Our hips smash together over and over again, crashing together like tidal waves, my cock venturing inside her like a bolt of thunder striking and rumbling, sending ripples across her flesh. Her * squeezing and pulsating around the stiffness of my cock. I pull her hair harder, my other hand going to her breast now, pinching her hard nipple between my knuckles until she cries out with the combination of lust and pain.
I f*ck Jessie as if I’m angry with her, as if punishing her with pleasure, as if I blame her for making me so damned horny. I take the ball of tense desire that her tight little body makes me feel and direct it back at her in those crashing drives, those bombs of sensory overload.
“Fuck, your *’s good,” I snarl, panting furiously.
Jessie loses control, her face pressed into the bed, her hand to her mouth as she lets out a cacophony of stuttered breaths, broken moans, and long shrieks. I focus on her, my eyes gorging on the sight of her perfect shape. I run my hands around her ass, allow myself to rake my fingers across the artistic indents of her back, leaning over to pull on the delicate arc of her shoulder. It’s too much to take in, too much beauty, too much feminine allure, and it pushes me over the edge, saps the last bit of self-control from me.
She lets out a louder, longer, higher moan, and it’s music to my ears, the final trigger. I come like a dropped bomb, explosive and destructive, all my strength gathered into the point of our connection. Her * tightens as she does the same, and for a few magnificent seconds we’re lost at sea, clutching onto each other as the waves roll and rumble around us, clinging onto one another as we ride out the storm and see where we wash up.
Shattered but content, Jessie stretches out her arms and then curls up on the bed, while I roll over and lie on my back beside her. For a few minutes we just lie there next to each other as our breathing slows and goes silent. I turn my head to look at her, and see that she’s already looking at me, the slightest hint of a smile on her lips.
“I haven’t been f*cked like that for a very long time,” she says, her voice quiet and husky.
I chuckle a little and look back at up at the ceiling.
“I haven’t needed it that bad for a very long time, either.”
After a little pause, Jessie says, “It’s still just sex, right? Just while we’re here?”
“Yeah,” I say, hoping that Jessie is convinced, though barely convincing myself. “It’s still just sex.”