her eyes flickered up to mine in surprise.
“You just feel so fucking good,” I groaned.
She flickered her tongue out against the tip of my cock and met my gaze again. “Show me how you like it.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?”
“I’ve been sure about everything with you, Court. I trust you.”
That was a high praise. I took it that Anna English trusted very few people. And even fewer since what had happened with Josh.
“Tap me if you need to stop.”
“I won’t need to.”
“Fuck,” I muttered. “Put your mouth back on my cock, Anna.”
She shuddered between my legs, her body squirming. But she did as I’d said. Then, I used her hair like the rope I’d wanted to use, pushing her face down against me and thrusting at the same time. She opened her mouth wider. Her fingers dug into my thighs. But she didn’t stop me. She didn’t tap out.
Her lips and her mouth and everything about her felt so fucking good. I should stop. I should pull back before I was done, but here she was, giving me exactly what I wanted. And she was getting off on it. Like I was the one going down on her.
So, there was no way of stopping. Not as I fucked her mouth. Not after she’d begged me to.
“Close,” I ground out. “God, you feel good.”
And then my climax hit mercilessly, pouring out of me and deep down the back of her throat. She gagged once around me and then pulled back to swallow reflexively.
“Holy fuck.” My eyes were closed, and I leaned back against the couch, panting. “Holy fuck.”
“Yeah,” she said softly. Tears glistened under her eyes, and she swiped at them.
“Are you okay?” I asked automatically. I hadn’t wanted to hurt her.
She responded by stripping out of her sweats and thong. She dropped the sweats but handed me her underwear. They were soaking wet.
“Fuck,” I said, my dick responding already. What the fuck was going on? I usually needed more rebound time than that. But I was already getting hard again. As if just the thought of her getting wet while giving me a blow job was too irresistible. “Come here.”
She stripped out of my lacrosse sweatshirt and climbed back on top of me. This time, there was no fabric between us. No dry-humping.
She hovered over my cock, just barely grazing it with her wetness.
“Condom?” I forced myself to ask.
“I’m on the pill.”
“Are you sure?”
She responded by spreading her legs wider on the couch and sliding her pussy onto my cock. My hands went to her hips, and I hissed through my teeth. Good fucking god, she felt so fucking incredible. It was impossible. Just fucking impossible that anyone could feel this good.
She seated herself fully, and then with a smirk, she said, “I’m sure.”
“You’re so… wet,” I said as my finger slipped down between us to graze her clit.
She jerked like I’d hit her.
“Sensitive?” I asked, making slow circles.
“Jesus, I’m so close, and all I did was blow you.”
I laughed as she bucked under my hand. “Now, you get how I feel every time I go down on you.”
“Fuck, Court,” she said, her eyes snapping closed.
Then, she began to move, lifting off of me and driving back down. Slow and steady and not at all the pace I wanted. So, I reluctantly stopped playing with her clit and gripped her hips in my sturdy hands, slamming her back down on my cock.
“Oh!” she gasped out. “So deep.”
“Good,” I said, doing it again and again.
She was so primed from the blow job that it only took a few thrusts before she was coming all over my cock. She yelled out, “Oh fuck, god, fuck yes, god yes, fuck,” and held me still inside of her.
When she was done and she looked back at me with glazed, satisfied eyes, I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. I laid her out on the bed and spread her legs wide, wide, wider and then dragged her ass forward until it was nearly off the bed. Then, I entered her in one long thrust. Perfect height for my taking.
She gripped the comforter with both hands as I fucked her hard and deep.
Perhaps it should have been gentle after the day she’d had. Maybe it should have been a soft lovemaking. But this was what I liked… and this was what she responded to. That didn’t seem to change just because I’d finally admitted we were together.
If anything, this