Kilo

 

She fucking rode me, and I let her.

But five thrusts in, high on the tightest cunt I’d ever felt, it happened.

My head blanked.

Except this time, instead of a total blackout, I fucking felt it.

Me, her, sex.

But that was it.

Then her grunts became words, I fucking blinked and was back.

Her tits shook. “What’s your name?”

“Why? So you can yell it when you come?”

“I hate you.”

“Just not my cock.”

Grinding down on me with her wet-as-fuck cunt, she growled. “Name.”

It wasn’t a damn question. It was demand, and I was done giving in to her bullshit. “You think my name is gonna make you come?” I saw right through her. She didn’t want to fuck me. Every thrust of her hips, every grind that she couldn’t hit that sweet spot, pissed her off more. She didn’t want control. She wanted to be fucked, dominated and used. Left in a boneless mess with my come dripping all over her and an orgasm she could get off on every time she remembered it.

“Name.”

“You already heard it.” Reap what you sow, woman.

“Tell it to me again.”

“Fuck harder, and maybe I will.”

Lifting her hips, she slammed back down on me. “Name!”

White knuckling my hands behind my head, expression locked, I almost fucking came, but she’d never know that. “Is that all you got?”

Gripping the couch, her gorgeous fucking tits bouncing, she picked up the pace. “You did this. You gave me your drink. You used that voice. You were calm.”

My memory shit, her cunt mind-fuckingly tight, I tried to think what goddamn drink she was talking about. “I never gave you a drink.” I didn’t do alcohol. I was already head-fucked enough as it was.

“Water,” she grunted, rubbing her clit on her downward thrust. “You gave me fucking water.”

Recall hit. “I poured it down your throat. I also told you to ask. What of it?”

She didn’t answer.

She rode me like I was her first and last breath.

Then she fucking came.

Head thrown back, pussy clenching the hell out of my cock, she keened like no other woman I’d ever fucked.

Jaw clenched, sucking in air through my nostrils, refusing to fucking come, I goddamn held position.

Her cunt rippling around my hard cock, her body quivering, her skin slicked with heat—I stepped into a new goddamn addiction.

A torturous addiction.

With red fucking hair, perfect tits and a head so fucked, broken didn’t cover it, this woman made me look like a walk in the park.

Fuck, I was in goddamn trouble.

So much trouble that I didn’t register her anger had deflated into a curved back and limp muscles until she lifted up on shaking legs and started to take her tight cunt away.

My hands locked behind my head in a death grip so I didn’t reach for her and start pounding the fuck out of her, I said the one thing I knew would get her to look at me. “You done?”

She sucked in a sharp breath, her back straightened, her legs locked, and my hard-as-shit cock out of her cunt as dark amber eyes met mine.

She let go of the couch to cross her arms over her tits. “I’m sor—”

Cutting her off with a glare, I held it as my cock pulsed.

She looked down.

Then the woman climbed off my lap, dropped to her knees and leaned forward with those lush lips as she reached for me.

My nostrils flared. “You touch my cock, I’m gonna fuck you.”

Halting, she let her hand hover for a dangerous beat.

Watching her think about it, I gave it two seconds, then took the decision away from her.

Gripping her hair with one hand, I stroked my shaft with the other. “Did you like coming on my cock?”

Dropping her gaze, she licked her lips.

Thumbing my apadravya, slick from her arousal, I made her a promise. “One day, I’m gonna fuck that mouth.”

Her hands landed on my legs.

“You like watching me jerk off?” Fucking close, I stroked myself faster.

Her voice turned to a breathy rasp. “Harder.”

Gripping her hair and myself harder, I issued her an order. “Spread your legs.”

Moaning, she dug her fingers into my thighs and did what I asked.

“You feel that emptiness where my cock was?” Fuck, I was gonna go off hard.

“Yes,” she panted.

Good. “Your nipples hurt?”

Darting her tongue out, biting her lip, she rose up on her knees. “Yes.”

“You want to watch me come like I watched you?”

“Please.”

Done in, by her, by her goddamn shift from crazed vixen to submissive lamb, I fucking jacked myself two more times.

Then I was exploding.

Controlling the release, barely, coming on my stomach, I was keeping it fucking tame until she groaned and pinched her tits.

With one more pulse in me, I offered the little sub my cock.

She didn’t hesitate.

Taking me into her hot mouth, the woman sucked.

I fucking saw stars.

Then she started licking the head and my piercing, and I was done.

Fisting her hair, letting this woman tongue-bathe me, I didn’t let go until she eased off and her mouth left me.

Flushed, heat covering her cheeks, she leaned back on her heels. Staring at me with a shyness I hadn’t seen on her before, she dipped her head and licked her lips like she’d licked my cock—with need.

Then she fucking proved my theory.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Goddamn. I fucking knew she was submissive.

Wasted cum all over my stomach, I didn’t say shit as she stood with the grace of an angel and the body of a temptress.

Trembling, she glanced once more at the pool of cum on my abs, grabbed her towel and started to turn toward her bedroom.

That’s when I saw it.

Need. Running down her thighs.

Fuck no.

“Halt,” I ordered.