My Life in Shambles(52)

That doesn’t matter. It’s a sexy look right now.

I keep ravaging her, sucking on her gorgeous full tits, licking up and down her soft and creamy skin like she’s a bloody ice cream cone. The way she writhes above me, breathless and gasping softly, makes me hard as iron, and I reach down and start stroking my cock as I move back and bring my face between her legs.

She tastes so fucking sweet, I wish I could bottle her up. “Does this feel good?” I ask as my tongue slowly traces around her clit.

“Yes,” she says, her breath hitching. She doesn’t even have to tell me, I can feel her getting wetter by the second.

Then she says, “Harder!” and surprises me by grabbing my hair and pushing my face further into her sweet cunt.

Fuck, I love it that she’s giving me direction. I want her to tell me everything she wants so I can keep on giving it to her.

I want to give her everything.

So I go harder, my tongue and lips licking and sucking, and then she’s bucking her hips up into my face, her thighs tightening as she comes.

“Oh my god. Oh my god,” she cries out, followed by a string of garbled words. I keep sucking at her clit until her convulsing slows and she lets go of my hair.

She lies there, spread out and sated.

Of course I’m not done with her yet. I don’t think I’ll ever be done with her.

Why can’t she stay here for good?

Why can’t this be real?

But I don’t let those thoughts take control of me like they want to. I shove them aside to deal with later, the way I’ve been dealing with everything else.

There’s only the here and now.

I quickly slip a condom over my cock, feeling the thick heat of it against my palm.

“Turn over,” I tell her, even as I’m sliding my hand under the small of her back and turning her until she’s on her stomach. Then I grip the sides of her hips and pull her back so she’s at the edge of the bed.

Fucking lucky.

Her arse is perfect and it wants, no, it demands to be spanked.

I raise my palm and give her a good wallop against one cheek, the sound filling the room.

Valerie giggles and then giggles again when I do the same to the other cheek, this time harder, watching her arse ripple and a pink handprint bloom against her pale skin.

“You fucking like that, darlin’?” I ask as I start stroking my cock again. “Do you want more of that or do you want me to fuck your pretty brains out?”

“I guess it depends on if I’ve been a bad girl or not,” she says.

Dazed, I stare at her as she raises her head and shoots me a cheeky smile over her shoulder.

“Oh, you’re fucking getting it,” I tell her, and spank her over and over again, the sound getting louder and louder, my palm buzzing from the impact. Her arse is completely red and pink, and when I look up her fingers are gripping the covers, holding on tight.

For a moment I think maybe I took it too far, that she’s in pain, but then she just wiggles her arse in my face and says, “Well are you going to fuck me now or what?”

God, she’s a bossy thing, isn’t she?

“I thought you’d never ask.”

I grab the base of my cock and the side of her hip, my fingers digging into her delicate skin, and slowly push myself inside her.

Jesus.

I’m dead.

She’s so fucking wet, so damn tight, it’s making my eyes roll back in my head. Even though I’d just come, I know I have to take things slowly so I can remain in control. At the very least, I need to get her off again.

And again and again.

I want to spend all night in this room, her body and my body, naked and writhing and messy, until the sun rises and we’ve almost fucked to death.

I’m becoming delirious.

With my grip tightening on her hips, I pull her back into me until my cock has sunk into the hilt and she holds me like a slick glove, every single nerve in my body crying for sweet release, the dire need to come.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp as all the air leaves my lungs and I feel like I might lose my mind.

“Harder,” she says, her breath quick.

“Jesus, you’re greedy,” I say hoarsely. “I can give it to ye harder but I’m warning you, you might not be able to walk tomorrow.”

“Just give it to me.”

I grin and pull back just enough to slam into her, hard and balls deep.

“Oh god, oh GOD!” she cries out, and I’m relentless because for a moment it feels like I am her god. I work my hips harder, rutting into her ruthlessly, the bed moving and creaking enough that I think it will go through the wall.

“Fuck yes, fuck yes,” I grunt through each powerful thrust, pumping into her like a savage machine, watching as her arse ripples from the impact.

I don’t have much longer.

“I need you to come,” I manage to say. “I need you to go wild for me.”

She cries out something, and I place my hand underneath her hips, feeling her slick clit. My fingers are practically drowning in her.

A blinding orgasm rips through my body at the same time I feel her come on my cock, hear her screaming my name as it echoes around us. And yet I can’t stop, I keep powering through, relentless, like I’ve been possessed. It takes a good minute for me to stop emptying out into the condom, an orgasm that never ends.