Page 117 of Let's Be Forever

I pause only to say, “Say that five-letter word and I will.”

“I hate you. I fucking…” She mumbles incoherently as she continues to ride me. “I hate you,” she says, out of breath.

“Hmm” is my response as I lick her in a way that could actually be depraved. My tongue is everywhere, touching and grazing every crevice and spot I can get into. It’s beyond erotichow we sound, how she moves so frantically, how her thighs squeeze my head until I’m covered in her dripping arousal.

I’m hard as fuck, leaking pre-cum. I feel it glide down my shaft and more builds at the tip. My cock throbs, ready to be inside her. But it’s not her mouth I want; I need to be inside her pussy.

She’s almost there again. She’s practically screaming, begging that I let her this one time, but I’m an asshole because I don’t.

She palms her face, muffling her frustration, then looks at me. “No way you just did that again? I swear I’m going to leave you,” she threatens.

“No you won’t.” I grab her hips, guiding her off my face and down my torso to where I want her. “I won’t allow it. I will tie you up if I have to. Chain you to my bed and keep you here forever.”

She smiles but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Not gonna happen.”

“You think I’m playing?” I grab my erection and center it when she’s hovering over it. “I prayed for you. I begged whoever was listening to put you back in my life. I bartered with my soul, promised I’d do just about anything to get you back. And I do, I have you back. If you think I’m letting you go, you’re sorely mistaken. The earth will have to pry you from my cold dead hands before I ever lose you.” I rub her pussy, smearing my pre-cum over her.

Her eyes soften and her smile morphs into something tender. But then I’m urging her to sink down.

“We can have this moment later, but right now, I need you to sit. I need to feel you.” I draw my gaze to where our bodies meet. She lowers herself, and I watch as the crown disappears insider her.

I glance up at her, capturing the moment her eyes flutter and roll and she’s biting her lip. Her hands are on my chest, holdingher up as she continues to sink. She takes me inch by inch until I’m all the way inside her and her ass is pressed against my balls.

My fingers dig into her hips and a groan rips from the back of my throat as she pulses wildly around me. She feels…fuck. She’s a sopping mess. Just the faintest move from her feels like ecstasy.

“Fuck,” I draw out roughly, but when she pushes up, the crown just barely inside her, and drops down, I whimper. “Goddamn, Anna.”

My eyes roll again; fireworks go off all over my body, but when she leans forward and starts to move, the fireworks become lava. I burn everywhere, ache to feel every inch of her skin on mine.

My palms are moving, roaming all over her body, wherever I can touch her as she rides me. Her breasts bounce, barbells calling my name, but she doesn’t let me have them. Her hands snake up to my neck and then she’s wrapping her palms around my throat.

Goose bumps scatter, my heart close to bursting from the way her fingers dig into my sweaty skin.

She chokes me as she rides me and I do nothing but take it. Oxygen is sparse and I’m hardly able to catch my breath, but for whatever reason that turns me on even more. I’m tipping my head back, giving her more access and holding her ass, watching her tits bounce.

“Yes, yes, yes…” She’s crying out, bouncing wildly on top of me, and then she tenses and releases all over me. She’s squirting and it’s never-ending, dripping down the sides of my hips and soaking the bed.

I hold her in place, bucking my hips up and making sure every rock grazes her clit to prolong her orgasm. Her jaw drops and her moans are soundless as I force her to come again. Her hands go lax and her body spams uncontrollably.

Watching her is erotic. Seeing her lose it, the sounds and the mess she makes, is something I’ll never get over. When she comes back down, she faintly whimpers, the sound cracking every so often. It grows louder in protest when I flip us.

She lies on her back and I hover on top, my cock still deep inside her.

“Sy…” she whines, pussy gripping my cock like it wants me out but needs me to stay buried in her. “I can’t anymore…I’m so…” She gasps when I rub her clit. “Sen…” she moans, her eyes lazily fluttering. “I’m sensitive.”

“Just give me one more,” I rough out, pinching it before I let go. “I won’t stop until I have one more.”

She scrunches her nose, her face red and sweaty, but I swear she’s never looked more beautiful. “Okay…” She bites her lip. “One more.”

“Atta girl.” I lower myself close to her face, wrapping my palm around her clammy throat. Her pulse drums against the pad of my thumb, thundering madly when I raise myself just barely enough to graze her clit.

I squeeze her throat, draw my cock out, and slam into her. She chokes on a breath, staring wide-eyed at the space where we’re connected. I do it again a few more times, my balls slapping her with each thrust. Our bodies are slick with sweat and her cum, the combination filthy. Erotic.

It only spurs me on to fuck her faster, to feel her clench around my length, to hear her scream. When she slips her hands around my back and digs her nails into the skin that I know she broke through, I lose it.

I groan, capturing her lips with mine and kissing her. It’s desperate, hungry, and harsh, but she’s not any different. I’m dizzy from the way she takes as much as she gives.

“Give it to me. Give me one more,” I pant roughly against her mouth.