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He sucks on my nipple, and it feels good, he has a tongue that can obviously work magic on any part of my body it chooses to. But it’s time to move on now.
I drop my hand and touch his cheek, guiding his head up until he’s looking at me. But nobody speaks. There’s no need.
I take hold of his shirt, clenching the material up in my fist as I pull him against me, our mouths crashing together. I think it’s a kiss that’s been waiting to happen since the minute I first saw him in the bar just a couple of nights ago. I’ve obviously got so much pent-up shit still left inside me that I was always going to explode, at some point, despite all the work I’ve done to try and control that.
His kiss is verging on painful, and I like it. His teeth bite my bottom lip as his hands cling onto me, his fingers digging into my flesh, and I want him like I’ve never wanted anyone before. And I’m not counting Aiden in that. I’ll never want anyone the way I wanted Aiden, I loved him. I don’t love Mack, I barely know him. I don’t know if I’ll ever love anyone ever again, it’s too painful. Losing them, it’s just too much. So this is sex, nothing more. This is something I need to do. It needs to happen, for a reason.
I pull away, just a touch, but my mouth still rests against his as I speak. ‘Take me like I’m some worthless hooker who’s giving it for free. Ram your cock so deep inside me, so hard it makes me fucking scream.’
‘That’s a dirty mouth for such a beautiful face.’
‘I want to be fucked by Mack Slayer.’
‘Not the man you think I’m hiding inside?’
I shake my head and lower my hand so it falls onto his bulging cock. He’s hard and ready; I’m wet and waiting. Game on. ‘I want to be fucked by Mack Slayer,’ I repeat, my eyes staring into his, hoping he reads my silent message right.
He does. Before I can catch a breath he’s turned me around and slammed me up against the countertop, his hand pushing my legs further apart. He winds his fingers in my hair and yanks my head right back, but this is exactly how I want it. I need him to be rough, I need the sex to be dark. I need him to think he’s pulling the strings here.
I hear him pull the zipper on his jeans, and then he rams his rock-hard cock into me with such force it pushes my hips right up against the cupboard, the drawer handle digging into my stomach but I don’t care. It only adds to the twisted excitement I’m feeling right now. My cries are ones of pleasure; he’s hurting me in the most beautiful way, and I think he knows that. I hope it turns the bastard on as much as it is me.
I can feel every inch of him inside me now, so deep I know he can’t go any further, and it really does hurt. But that’s good. I want his thrusts to be wild and wrong. So I push my ass back against him, forcing him to thrust some more, even though he can’t go any deeper.
I clench my inner muscles so I’m gripping him tight, and he shouts out loud, and pulls my head back even further as his fingers tangle in my hair. And then I feel it, feel his body stiffen and he’s coming in long, pulsating waves, his animalistic cries filling the room; he’s almost howling!
‘Jesus fucking Christ! ’ he breathes as he pulls me up, and I lean back against him. ‘I ain’t done with you yet, darlin’.’
I shiver at his words, at the way he speaks them, his voice all low and gravely. I don’t want him to be done with me. Not yet. So I close my eyes and rest my head against his shoulder as he runs his hands all over my body, his lips on my neck covering it in hot, sensual kisses. It’s a quiet interlude. A brief respite. But everything I’ve learned, I’m putting it into practice now. And my teacher, he’d be so proud of me...
Mack
She wants fucked-up sex, I’ll give her fucked-up sex. I can do twisted shit like nobody’s business, but I ain’t gonna push it too far today. I’m kidding myself if I think I
He sucks on my nipple, and it feels good, he has a tongue that can obviously work magic on any part of my body it chooses to. But it’s time to move on now.
I drop my hand and touch his cheek, guiding his head up until he’s looking at me. But nobody speaks. There’s no need.
I take hold of his shirt, clenching the material up in my fist as I pull him against me, our mouths crashing together. I think it’s a kiss that’s been waiting to happen since the minute I first saw him in the bar just a couple of nights ago. I’ve obviously got so much pent-up shit still left inside me that I was always going to explode, at some point, despite all the work I’ve done to try and control that.
His kiss is verging on painful, and I like it. His teeth bite my bottom lip as his hands cling onto me, his fingers digging into my flesh, and I want him like I’ve never wanted anyone before. And I’m not counting Aiden in that. I’ll never want anyone the way I wanted Aiden, I loved him. I don’t love Mack, I barely know him. I don’t know if I’ll ever love anyone ever again, it’s too painful. Losing them, it’s just too much. So this is sex, nothing more. This is something I need to do. It needs to happen, for a reason.
I pull away, just a touch, but my mouth still rests against his as I speak. ‘Take me like I’m some worthless hooker who’s giving it for free. Ram your cock so deep inside me, so hard it makes me fucking scream.’
‘That’s a dirty mouth for such a beautiful face.’
‘I want to be fucked by Mack Slayer.’
‘Not the man you think I’m hiding inside?’
I shake my head and lower my hand so it falls onto his bulging cock. He’s hard and ready; I’m wet and waiting. Game on. ‘I want to be fucked by Mack Slayer,’ I repeat, my eyes staring into his, hoping he reads my silent message right.
He does. Before I can catch a breath he’s turned me around and slammed me up against the countertop, his hand pushing my legs further apart. He winds his fingers in my hair and yanks my head right back, but this is exactly how I want it. I need him to be rough, I need the sex to be dark. I need him to think he’s pulling the strings here.
I hear him pull the zipper on his jeans, and then he rams his rock-hard cock into me with such force it pushes my hips right up against the cupboard, the drawer handle digging into my stomach but I don’t care. It only adds to the twisted excitement I’m feeling right now. My cries are ones of pleasure; he’s hurting me in the most beautiful way, and I think he knows that. I hope it turns the bastard on as much as it is me.
I can feel every inch of him inside me now, so deep I know he can’t go any further, and it really does hurt. But that’s good. I want his thrusts to be wild and wrong. So I push my ass back against him, forcing him to thrust some more, even though he can’t go any deeper.
I clench my inner muscles so I’m gripping him tight, and he shouts out loud, and pulls my head back even further as his fingers tangle in my hair. And then I feel it, feel his body stiffen and he’s coming in long, pulsating waves, his animalistic cries filling the room; he’s almost howling!
‘Jesus fucking Christ! ’ he breathes as he pulls me up, and I lean back against him. ‘I ain’t done with you yet, darlin’.’
I shiver at his words, at the way he speaks them, his voice all low and gravely. I don’t want him to be done with me. Not yet. So I close my eyes and rest my head against his shoulder as he runs his hands all over my body, his lips on my neck covering it in hot, sensual kisses. It’s a quiet interlude. A brief respite. But everything I’ve learned, I’m putting it into practice now. And my teacher, he’d be so proud of me...
Mack
She wants fucked-up sex, I’ll give her fucked-up sex. I can do twisted shit like nobody’s business, but I ain’t gonna push it too far today. I’m kidding myself if I think I
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