Page 17 of Savior
“Damnit, Dean!”
“What?” I nearly groan, my hands forcing her hips down on me, impaling her on my cock as deeply as I can get.
“I want you to say it!”
“I’ll say anything you want.”
“I’m not a prude.”
“You’re not…” my words catch in my throat as she clenches around me again, griding harder but slowing her movements. “Ohfuck, doll…” I sound desperate, even to my own ears. But I don’t care. She fucking owns me, probably damn well knows it, and I’m fine with it.
“Mean it!” she insists.
I can’t help but chuckle. “I was teasing you, baby… come on... Fuck me…” I thrust my hips up, sliding my hands back to her ass as I grip her and pull her forward, forcing her to move on my cock again. She gives me a little more. Not as much as I want. “Fuck. Me.” I growl at her now. Giving her ass a sharp little spank, I grip her cheeks again, rocking my hips impatiently beneath her. Her little gasp shoots right to my balls.
“You think I am.” She says again. “You think I’m snooty and uptight, just like my parents. That’s why you did it.”
“I think you’re tight.” I tease her, but her little scowl tells me she actually is serious.
“You only did it, because my parents pissed you off. Admit it.”
“Vanna, I want to have you in every fucking way I can possibly have you.”
“Why that, tonight of all nights?”
Fuck. I’m not as slick as I thought. Dick brained. I never should have said anything about fucking her where her father might be sitting in a few hours. I flash her a wolfish grin as I confess, “Win, win?”
She smacks my chest, making me chuckle once more.
“Come on, get it in gear, babe. You’re gonna give me blue balls.” I buck beneath her.
Scowling at me, she begins to move on my cock once more, slowly at first, but it isn’t long before she’s rocking my fucking world again.
“I still want you to say it, and mean it.” She pants.
“You’re not a prude.” I grunt, sliding one of my hands further back around her ass, while my other thumbs her clit. “Come for me baby, I’m close.”
“I don’t believe you.” She persists.
“It’s a little hard for a man to fake, doll, especially without a wrap.” That earns me another light smack on my chest.
“You know what I mean!”
“It’s just us, Vanna… Always. Just us. Let go, baby. Be free with me.”
She sinks her teeth into her lip again, and I can tell she’s fighting me.
“You wanna play hard to get? I’ll win, sweetheart.” I tease her, both of us fully aware that I surpass her experience by leaps and bounds. I can tell she’s trying not to let a smile slip. So stubborn.
Without warning her again, I slip my hand behind her, running my finger down between the cleft of her hot ass, and press against that tight little ring. This time, I don’t stop pushing until I can feel my own pulse in my fingertip. Jesus fuck…
“Oh, God… Dean!” she cries out as her motion studders, her walls grip and ripple around my cock. I come with her, shooting my load deep inside her with a loud groan of my own. Pulling the tip of my finger from behind her to grip her hips, I slam her down on my cock once more, making her tits nearly bounce the rest of the way out of her bra into my face. I swear the tip of my dick just kissed her cervix.
“Fuck! Vanna! Fuck!” I grunt through gritted teeth. With one last thrust, I’m fucking spent.
We’re both breathing heavily in the aftermath. I can still feel her sporadically pulsating around my cock as she comes down from her own climax.
“Fuck, baby… you’re so goddamned tight… I gotta get in there.” I murmur, catching my breath.
