Page 12 of Offside Possession

No, that wouldn’t be happening. No way would one night be enough. Tonight wouldn’t be a one-time thing. Fuck that. I would need her every day for the rest of my life.

“We said one night,” she reminded me. My hand clenched around her tit, pulling and strumming her nipple. I loved the way her hips undulated and writhed against me. She might have been saying one night, but her body was already searching for me to fill her.

“Night’s still not over, troublemaker,” I rumbled. A breathy little giggle sounded in the air that made my cock strain to get closer to her.

“Then fuck me, handsome,” she challenged, topping from the bottom, or in this case the side. I pulled back, and in one long thrust, I pushed into her entrance and didn’t stop until I bottomed out.

“Fuck,” I cursed against her temple. “You feel so fucking good.” The sweetest pussy I’d ever had in my life. She was tight and wet, her velvety walls molding around me, gripping me like a second skin.

“You too, handsome, you too,” she moaned. Sweat started to slick our skin, but we didn’t kick off the sheets we were under. In breathy silence, only broken through by moans and soft cries, we found a rhythm, slow and patient, until she got too greedy and her free hand moved between her legs to her clit.

“My girl touching her little clit?” I grunted as I sawed in and out of her body at a languid pace.

“Handsome.”

“Keep touching yourself. Make yourself come on my cock. I need to feel you come undone.”

“Shit,” she squeaked, and I felt it. Her sex spasmed and fluttered.

“Good girl, such a good girl for me. Jesus,” I grunted, glancing down between us. “Look at how well you’re taking me.” In my sleepy, lust-filled haze, I hadn’t noticed I wasn’t wearing a condom. But in the heat of the moment, feeling her pussy milk me, looking at her milky fluid squelching between us, I didn’t care.

Suddenly, I felt like a fucking animal unleashed.

“You’re going to give me another,” I demanded, biting the inside of my cheek.

“Baby—“

“You are.” My jaw clenched. In a lust-filled haze where all I could think about was feeling her come around me again as I filled her tight little cunt with my cum and watch it drip out of it, the image of what I wanted was so fucking crystal clear in my head I wondered if I hadn’t somehow already lived this.

“I don’t know if I can,” she whined, but I shook my head.

“You can and you will. You’re going to milk my come out of me.”

“Fuck,” she cursed. I grinned like a lion about to pounce on its prey against her temple, kissing it before moving my mouth south to her neck and shoulder. I paid attention to every detail—every breath, every sound, every movement she made.

“Yes,” she hissed. Her hips moved back and forth faster and faster until I couldn’t handle it. I needed more. I flipped her over and mounted her like a fucking animal. Her hands gripped the sheets, and she moaned out.

“Just like that!” she cried out when I started to saw in and out of her with a punishing brute strength. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

“You got it, baby,” I grunted, smacking her ass over and over before clenching my hands around the plump flesh to soothe out the sting. “You like it when I give it to you hard?” I asked like a fucking bastard. The dirty words flowed past my lips, but every syllable made her wetter. Tighter.

“Like me using you like you’re my very own little plaything?”

“Yes!” She buried her face into the pillow. “Fuck me like your toy,” she whined beautifully.

“Your wish. My command.” I enunciated every word with every thrust.

Hard and fast, I knew I was going to come. I knew I should have pulled out and spilled my seed all over her skin, marking her for myself, but I couldn’t. Not when her body started to tighten and the heat of her pussy spiked.

“Oh! I’m— I think— Oh shit!” she squealed, clenching so tightly around me I was surprised she didn’t push me out. “What are what are you doing to me, handsome?” she panted, pushing her ass up higher, letting me take her deeper. “Right there! I think—“ she babbled incoherently.

My thrusts turned erratic.

Every movement was jerkier than the last as I thickened inside her, about to blow. “Come with me,” I demanded, punching my hips forward harder.

“I— I— yes!” she cried out, pulsing around me as her hips bucked. I didn’t stop.

I didn’t stop when my balls drew up tightly and warmth flooded at my spine. Nor when ribbon after ribbon of my seed burst through me like a damn breaking, filling her to the brim. My mouth dropped to her shoulder and bit down, and my eyes all but rolled to the back of my head as my release pounded through me.