Page 188 of The Sweetest Return

I thrust up into her, and her mouth opened against my throat.

I did it again. Harder.

Her body bounced in my hands, breasts shifting out of that half-ruined bra, nipple rings flashing every time she moved. I fucked her in the middle of boxes and shoes and all the unfinished pieces of her life, using the strength in my legs to hold us both while she clung to me and took every stroke.

“That’s it,” I said. “Take this dick.”

“Baby…”

“You can take it.”

Her nails dug into my shoulders.

“You taking it so pretty too.” I kissed the side of her face. “Wet as hell. Tight as hell. Still acting shocked like you don’t know what this is.”

Her breath hitched.

I drove into her again, deep enough to make her cry out.

“Look at you,” I said, mouth at her ear. “Still trying to act surprised about what this dick does to you.”

She whimpered and shook her head.

“I don’t know why.” Another stroke. “When this pussy takes me like it was made for me.”

Her body clenched hard.

“There you go.”

Her head fell back, and her lips parted on a silent cry.

“No answer now?” I asked. “Nothing smart to say?”

She could not respond.

Good.

I gave her more.

Every thrust made her wetter. Louder. Softer in my arms. Her pussy gripped me like it did not want to let me out, every stroke dragging a slick sound from between us that made my control feel thinner and thinner. I kept my feet planted, knees bent, hands full of her ass, and fucked up into her while her body folded around mine.

She came again with a scream that hit the walls.

Her thighs locked around me.

Her pussy clamped down, pulling at my dick so hard my vision flashed at the edges. I held her through it, teeth against her shoulder, breath hot on her skin, giving her slower strokes while she shook and tried to survive what she had asked me for.

“Baby, I can’t.”

“You can.”

Her arms tightened.

“I got you.”

She was ragged now. Beautiful with it. Trembling. Lips swollen. Eyes shining. Her body still gripping me in little aftershocks that made my own release sit low and heavy, waiting on the wrong second to take me under.

I kissed down her chest. To the tattoo over her heart.