Page 58 of Angels Fall

He works into me harder. Rubbing, stroking, tonguing. I slap my hand against the wall next to the mirror as I shout, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me! Now!”

I no longer feel his smile. I see it. As he leaps to his feet, takes me by the hips, and pushes himself into my dripping wet pussy.

“Oh, Jesus,” he says, sliding all the way inside.

And now our eyes are locked onto each other’s in reflection as he works his way in and out. Back and forth.

“Make me,” I cough out as he thrusts. “Make. Me. Un. Der. Stand,” I grunt with each push, never breaking eye contact with him. I’m tempted to glance away, to look at the rest of him, or to look down at the floor, or just to close my eyes, but I don’t let myself look away from him. And he doesn’t look away either. And with each slap of his hips against my ass, he drives in harder, pushes deeper.

I can feel myself on the verge of coming, but I’m forcing myself to wait, to hold out. I want to come with him. I want to see what it feels like for us to come at the same time.

I want to understand.

TYLER

Fuck me, I’m going to come. But she hasn’t come yet, and I won’t do it until she has. I’m trying hard to maintain eye contact with her, but it’s so goddamn intense that I’m afraid I’m not going to be able to hold out. I can’t look anywhere else though, because when I catch even a glimpse of her body, grinding back and forth along my dick, or her hair bouncing as she pumps, it’s even more unlikely that I can keep it inside me.

So I take things down a notch. I draw out slowly, pulling myself completely out of her. As I do, I see a hint of confusion and disappointment in her gaze. I smile, then slide back inside her again, just as slowly, and she lets out a long moan. So I do it again.

I draw back. Back, back, back, pulling out until just the tip is resting on her entrance. I reach down, take hold of the shaft, and rub the thick end of my cock up and down against her soaking wetness. Teasing. And then once again, I slide deep into her, giving an extra push at the end that drives her forward a step and makes her squeal and giggle.

It’s the giggle that does it.

Fuck it. I’m done.

I continue pulling out of her all the way and driving in, but not slow and methodical. Hard. And animal. My grip tightening around her hips, making her creamy, white skin redden under my touch.

And now I stop pulling out and stay in her. Back and forth. Stiff. And fast. Almost lifting her off the ground with the tension in my grasp and the strength in my pull as we crash into each other.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, baby… I’m gonna come,” I call out.

“Yes,” she says, “Yes, do it. Come. Come now.”

And I remember what she said when she was driving away last week. “Next time, just come inside me.”

And so I do. I come.

Inside her.

And I never want it to stop.

MADDIE

I can feel the contraction of his dick as his come throbs into me. And it drives me insane. I let go and a flush of wetness pours from me.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, shit,” I cry.

“Yeah, yes, baby, come, come on me,” he says. And do I fucking ever.

I tense and release around him, never breaking eye contact, moaning and wheezing, knees buckling, legs shaking, but refusing to fall. I refuse to fall.

I push my ass back into him so that I can take even more, if that’s possible. He apparently assumes that’s a sign that I want him to shove his thumb into my ass, which is fine by me, and then what I thought was an orgasm pales in comparison to whatever the hell is happening to me now, the way a dwarf star looks weak when compared to a supernova.

“FUCK. YOU!” I scream, no longer able to keep eye contact. My eyes close and my head falls forward as he just keeps shooting his come inside me and I keep spilling myself around his dick.

My forearms tense against the wall to keep me upright, and behind me, I can feel his knees buckling against mine, like he’s about to collapse too.

“Jesus!” he calls out as, with one last push, he finally empties what he’s got left inside him into me.