Ruthless (Black Mountain Academy) - Mila Crawford Page 0,59
she’d never been fucked. I pulled the zipper the rest of the way down on my pants. At the sound of the teeth parting, her ass wiggled in anticipation. A grin lit my lips as I smacked her ass, hard as I could, the flesh trembling, a fiery handprint left in my wake.
She yelped and whipped her head around, hair trailing behind her in a mass of waves.
“Turn around,” I growled. She complied, as I dragged one finger up the length of her pussy. Dripping fucking wet. For me. So fucking sweet, wet, and ready. I trailed my cock along her swollen folds, then thrust my hips flush to her ass, seating myself inside. Her back arched, the beautiful line of it enticing me to taste. I dragged my dick out of her body, slowly pulling, feeling every single hot inch of her, and then slammed back in so hard her hips were crushed against the arm of the couch and her fingers clawed at the cushions. I circled my hips, feeling the inside of her, the hot, tight, wet cavern fisting at my cock and pulsing around me. I slammed into her again, drag and slam, drag and slam, slapped her ass and enjoyed the low moan as she slammed her body into mine, searching for my dick as I pulled back.
Her head turned. She caught my eyes and I watched fear and lust swirl in their dark depths.
“Turn around.” I narrowed my eyes and teased her with slow circles of my hips. She did as told and braced herself. “Good girl.”
I ran both hands up the curves of her torso, along her waist, the outside of her breasts, as I leaned over her naked body. My hands found her tits and grabbed. I kneaded at the flesh, pulled at the nipples, twisting, before landing one quick slap. She grunted and her body went rigid beneath me. “You want me to fuck you?” I bit at her earlobe. She answered me with another low moan. “Say it,” I gritted between my teeth.
“Fuck me. Please, fuck me, Kyler,” she said on a breathy sigh as her hips twisted, trying to feel for my cock, just hovering at her entrance.
“Good baby.” I smacked at her full tit again and then reared back, pulled out of her, dug my hands into her skin and pushed all the way back in, my hips grating against her as I grounded myself inside of her, chasing the sweet release where I lost my head for a few moments in pussy. “This is always for your pleasure, little mouse,” I murmured as I slammed into her before her pussy clenched and then fired off, erupting around my throbbing dick.
The feel of her body milking mine started a slow burn in my balls, before they pulled up tight my body and prepared to release. The fire shot through my system, my spine, my thighs, flooding with heat.
“Fuck.”
My thrusts quickened before I pulled out of her, erupting in a violent rush of semen all over her ass cheeks. I relished in the rush of endorphins that fogged my brain and had my body set to a low hum. Right there, that moment. Better than any high I could get from drugs. From liquor. From fear or music or pain.
The buzz of being hers released me as nothing else could.
My chest heaving, I curled her in my arms and slammed us onto the sofa, naked and sweaty and so fucking happy.
I flipped on the stone fireplace stationed in the corner, soft crackles roaring to life.
“I didn't know you had it in you to be so romantic.” She pulled her shirt to her thighs and began wiping the wetness our lovemaking had left behind.
“Say it again and I'll fuck that word right off your lips. I've got a reputation to think about.” I stole the shirt from her hands and tossed it on the floor, sliding my digits around her sexy, soaked pussy and making sure I was surrounding her. “I like knowing you're mine and I'm yours. I like my mark on you, or inside of you.”
She laughed loudly. “Is this my life now?”
“Now and forever, baby.” I caught her lips in a kiss. “I'll never stop showing you how much I love you. Even if it ruins my reputation.”
“Speaking of reputations.” She grinned, running her thumb along my bottom lip, “I'm starting to miss your piercings, and even the tattoos on your knuckles.”
“I'd be happy to put them