Page 31 of This Time Around

“Does it hurt?” I ask, pulling back.

“No, I’m just afraid it will.” She shifts with uncertainty.

“I would never fucking hurt you, B. I promise I’m made for you. I'll fit perfectly. I’ll go slow.”

“No, I’m ready. I don’t want you to go slow. You promised you wouldn’t be nice, Luke.”

With a soft submission, I watch her succumb to the pleasure as I wrap my hand around her throat and kiss her delicate lips. She purrs as my fingers wrap around her throat. The sight is pure perfection as my dick slides inside. The walls of her cunt pulsing slightly with each inch as I enter her.

“Baby, relax. You’re so tight.” She laughs at my request and her walls clench tighter. “Fuck. Don’t do that! I want to last at least a few seconds,” I beg.

I pump in and out of her, holding my hand with a steady grip around her throat, careful not to apply too much pressure to her windpipe, but just enough to her carotid to slow the blood to her brain, intensifying the sensation between her legs, picking up the pace with each thrust. She digs her nails into my back and drags them down my skin, as I feel her body shudder beneath me. I’m sure there will be marks for days. When I loosen my grip after a few seconds, she places her hand over mine, signaling for me to tighten it again. I follow her silent request, and feel the walls of her wet pussy tightening around me.

My girl likes it a little rough.

“It’s not time for that baby, we’re just getting started.”

Needing to listen to myself, I slowly pull out of her.

“What-”

I answer her question with a flick of my tongue over her swollen clit.

“Luke,” she moans.

I circle her clit one more time, before sliding my tongue along her opening. I spread her open with two fingers and marvel at the slick coat of her arousal glistening off the pink flush of her cunt. It’s the most beautiful sight in the world. I slide my tongue inside her, wanting a taste. Slowly eat her pussy like it’s the last thing I’ll ever taste, pulling her closer to me.

“Luke?” she questions.

“Yes, B?”

“I miss you inside me,”

“You’re in charge, baby. Tell me how you want me.”

“Get back inside me, Luke.”

I move to kiss her and she silently takes control, instantly lining me back up. I prop myself on one arm next to her head on the bed and make sure the other is fully extended against so I can see every detail of her perfect face. My other hand is propped against her headboard, offering support as I pump in and out of her.

“You look so hot like that,” she pants, “all propped up like a thirst trap. So fucking sexy.”

“It gives me the best view around,” I insist.

As my pace quickens, she wraps her legs around my waist, tightening them with each thrust. Before I know it, her body is convulsing, and her walls are tightening. They’re so tight, I can feel every ridge and curve of her pussy. The thought causes me to find my own release way sooner than I wanted.

Fully sated, I collapse on top of her, barely able to breathe.

I hear my sister’s voice just as the bedroom door flies open. “Bla- Oh shit, sorry! Ew, oh my god, what the fuck?” April’s voice is full of disbelief as she scurries out of the door and closes it quickly.

“Fuck, fuck Luke. This is not how I wanted her to find out,” Blake grits out frantically, climbing out from under me and fumbling to find her clothes.

Seconds later, Ana comes barreling in, but quickly snaps the door shut behind her and pushes against it when she sees me. “Oh…” she giggles with a hand over her eyes. “She’s going to fucking kill you! No, seriously, she’s going to kill you. I told you to tell her,” she whispers, scolding in Blake’s direction between her teeth. “Why would you have him here knowing we’d be here soon?”

“I’ll go talk to her,” I insist as I pull my shirt over my head. “Better if she loses her shit on me.”

“I didn’t know he was coming over. We didn’t plan this,” Blake tries to explain as I open the door.

“Luke, wait,” she calls out, but before she can stop me, I’m out the door.