Page 66 of The Striker
That sound … it goes straight to my dick.
“Look at me,” I command, my voice sharp as I meet her startled gaze. Her chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, her arousal palpable in the air between us.
I lean forward and capture her nipple between my teeth again, tugging on the sensitive nub and kneading her flesh until she’s writhing beneath me. Simultaneously begging me to stop and asking me for more.
Reaching down, I hook my fingers on either side of her panties and slide the scrap of lace down her legs. She raises her hips, helping me get them the rest of the way off.
Then I take her in. Pressing her thighs open, I drink in the blush on her cheeks, the heavy rise and fall of her chest. My eyes dip lower to the flutter of her belly until I reach her bare and glistening cunt. She’s so fucking perfect.
“Say it,” I demand, watching as she squirms beneath my penetrating gaze. Her hesitation only fuels my desire, driving me to push her further. “You want me to fuck you? Give me the words.”
Her hooded eyes meet mine, her thighs trembling as she attempts to close them, but I won't allow it. I push them apart, exposing her dripping cunt to my hungry gaze.
“Now isn’t the time to be shy,” I tell her, my voice thick with need. “You trust me to make you feel good, right?”
She nods, her desire evident in the way she meets my gaze.
“I need to trust that you’ll tell me what you need,” I continue. “And if it’s too much, that you'll tell me to stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” she whispers, lust heavy in her gaze.
“Good girl,” I growl, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss. “Tell me what you need.”
Her whimper ignites something primal within me.
“I want…” she begins, her voice tinged with desperation. “I want you to fuck me. Please.”
Yes. Fisting my cock, I position myself at her entrance, her wet heat inviting me in. She’s soaked for me, and I momentarily close my eyes, savoring the feel of my swollen head pressing between her folds.
Anticipation grips me tight, but before I can move, her delicate hand grips my wrist.
I tear my gaze from where our bodies connect to look at her face. Her dark brown eyes pierce mine and I wait, a flicker of determination flashing across her beautiful face.
“Not just sex,” she says, her voice breathy. It’s taking every ounce of my self-control not to slam into her right now as my brain struggles to interpret her words. “I want more than that.We’ve had sex before, but you said we’ve never fucked. I want that. I need you to fuck me like you know I won’t break.”
Done.
With a single, hard thrust, I bury my cock inside her, claiming her in a way that goes beyond mere physicality.
“Fuck,” she hisses.
I give her no reprieve, no time to adjust to the sensation of me filling her so completely before I withdraw and thrust back in, harder this time than before.
Desperate need surges through me, a primal hunger that demands satisfaction. And judging by the way Cecilia responds to me, she craves this feeling just as much.
A shudder runs through her body, her features contorting momentarily with discomfort before softening with pleasure. I set a relentless pace, her body rocking hard and fast against mine as I relish the way she clenches around my dick.
She feels perfect, so tight around me it's almost unbearable.
"Touch yourself," I tell her, watching as she startles before hesitantly obeying my command.
Her hand finds its way between us, fingers circling her clit as she heeds my order. Her hips buck forward, and her pussy squeezes my cock.That’s it.A moan of pleasure falls from her lips, and I lean forward to capture the sound.
The scent of her arousal fills the room, driving me wild.
I need to feel her come on my cock. To see her lose herself to me fully.
Cecilia’s tits bounce with each one of my thrusts, stealing my attention. Her nipples harden. It’s like her body was made for mine, every curve fitting perfectly against me.
