I grip her hips with bruising force holding her in place while pulling out of her all the way before I slam back into her, my groin pressing against her ass, making a loud slapping noise with each thrust. I keep doing that, every thrust more intense than the last.
My eyes roll to the back of my head. Fuck she feels like heaven, I want to live inside her, just like this, every single day. When she tries to push up off the counter with a whimper, I take my hand and place it between her shoulder blades pushing her back down.
“I told you I wouldn’t be gentle, so remain against the counter top and let me fuck that pretty pussy of yours.” I can see her eyes attempt to meet mine as I hold her in place, and though I want to give her the trust she’s seeking I can’t. Not right now…right now I just need this from her. I need to own her body just like she owns mine.
“Roman,” she whimpers in between my harsh thrusts.
“You better not tell me to stop right now…” I growl, too far gone to even consider doing so. This is the part of me that I worry about with her, the part of me that craves the darkness...even from her.
“No…just…I want to turn around. I don’t want to be held down. I want to...” She barely finishes her sentence before I’m pulling out of her. I twist her body around and lift her ass up onto the counter. I spread her legs and step forward, guiding my cock back into her warm pussy until I’m balls deep inside of her.
Her hands frantically grab at my shirt, nearly ripping it off my torso while trying to pull it off over my head. Once my shirt is off and on the floor her arms come around my back, and her tiny nails dig into the skin, scratching, as she clings to me like her life depends on it.
“Harder,” I urge with a hard thrust, that nearly lifts her off the counter. “I want you to dig your nails into my back until I bleed. Make me bleed baby...” I growl into the crook of her neck just before I bite at the tender flesh there. She moans and it’s so loud I think the whole neighborhood probably heard, but all that is lost when she does exactly as I ask of her.
Her nails rake down my back, piercing the skin open, and sending ripples of pain and pleasure down my spine. I slam into her even harder and then I feel her cunt quiver around me. Fuck, yes. Her walls start to convulse around my shaft, squeezing the air right out of my lungs.
A second later she falls apart in my arms, her body tightening, and her limbs shaking. Her head falls back and all I can see is the white of her eyes for a moment. Her features are overtaken by mindless pleasure, her eyes squeeze shut, and her nose wrinkles and even though her mouth forms a distinct O as if she is screaming no sounds comes out.
Or maybe I just can’t hear it because the sounds that are coming out of my own mouth are so loud it blocks out any other noise. I don’t even sound human right now. I sound like a feral beast.
“You’re going to come again before I fill you up,” I tell her. I’m not asking.
“Yes,” she whimpers, barely able to keep her eyes open. I want to slam into her harder, drive into her even deeper but her ass keeps sliding on the counter top, making it impossible to do.
Sliding my hands under her ass cheeks I lift her up careful not to slip out of her and carry her to the nearest wall. I slam her back against the wall watching as the air swooshes from her lungs.
With her legs spread wide, I keep my hands hooked underneath her ass cheeks so I can drive up into her with full force. I let her full weight come down onto my cock, impaling her, forcing a ragged moan out of her. Sweat beads drips down my body, and muscles tighten as I keep up my relentless pace.
I can see Sophie tiring out, but I’m not going to stop until she comes again. I want to feel her milk my cock, feel her tightness squeeze every inch of life out of me.
“Come for me, baby. I won’t stop fucking you until you come again. Make that pretty pussy squeeze my cock. Milk me. Take from me.” My words work like magic. After three more thrusts, I can feel her come again. I smirk, kissing her hard, biting at her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
Her pussy clamps down on me, her sweet cream gushing out, and running down onto my cock before hitting my balls. Her nails claw at my back, and when she leans into me and sinks her teeth into my shoulder the entire world goes black.
My balls tighten and an electric current zings through me, as sticky hot come fills her pussy to brim. I can feel it like liquid lava as it fills every empty space inside her with me.
My orgasm doesn’t just hit me, it fucking destroys me. I come so hard that I completely black out for a moment. I feel like I’ve left my body, like I’ve finally met death, and my soul is floating around in the universe. I feel nothing but absolute bliss before I come crashing back down to earth with the intensity of a shooting star.
My knees buckle and my entire body goes weak. I turn us around placing my back against the wall. Then I slide down and sit my ass on the cold floor. I keep Sophie’s naked body against my chest, while she remains straddling me, her face buried in my neck, my softening cock still inside of her.
Fuck.
Sex has never felt like this before. Fuck, I don’t even know if you can call what we just did sex. The word seems too simple for what I’ve just experienced. We fucking ascended to some higher level of love making.
Brushing a couple of dark strands from Sophie’s face I peer down at her.
“Did I hurt you?” I almost cringe at the way my voice sounds. I’ve never cared about hurting a woman before or asking if they got off. That’s not my problem, but with Sophie every single inch of her belongs to me. She is mine to take care of, mine to cherish, mine to…the word sits on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t know if I’m ready to admit it to myself yet.
“I don’t...I don’t think so...but I am sore.” She answers bashfully, still a little out of breath. Sore means she’ll feel me for a few days, which is exactly how I want her...I want her to remember who was there, who claimed her and make her quake with need every time her thighs rub together.
“I’m not going to let you go again, you realize that, right? I meant what I said earlier. Now more than ever. You’re mine.” After what we just did, I know I’ll never have sex with another woman. Sophie is it for me. Forever. She just ruined me for all other women but I think the best part is that I don’t give a shit. It was worth it.
“Does that mean we’re a couple?” She questions with a big yawn. My heart starts to beat out of my chest. I’ve never dated, like ever, not when I was a teenager and not ever as an adult.
Dating means commitment, and that’s just something I’ve always avoided, but with her everything is flipped upside down.
“It means whatever you want it to mean.” The words sound harsh but I’m not sure I’m ready to put a label on us. My response causes her to sit up in my arms, her eyes roaming over my face as if she’s looking for a deeper answer.
“I want to be yours and you be mine. I don’t want to have to share you.” She looks like she might cry and there’s no way in fucking hell I’m letting that happen.
Gripping her by the chin I stare into her big blue orbs as I speak. “There will be no sharing, Sophie. I won’t share you, not with anyone. I don’t want to be with another women...I only want to be with you.”