[Cole]
An expert in the art of avoiding things, I rolled her over onto her side and raised her leg with one hand. Then I aligned my cock with her pussy's entrance. Slowly I worked my cock into her snug, little pussy.
The closer I got to her, the more her question weighed on me. Nagged at me. Was I being too formal with her? Did I want us to get more familiar?
"So good at everything," she murmured between pants, finally completing her sentence.
I tried to make another snide remark about the continued use of the word good, but the words caught in my throat. This woman made me feel like a god amongst men. I only hoped she felt worshipped too, as clearly cardinal pleasure was lacking in her life.
I sped up my thrusts and she did too. My hand reached between her legs to rub her clit and she covered it with her own, leaning into me until all of the back of her clung to the front of me.
There was that pesky curiosity again. Did she want for other things other than a fuck worthy of her amazing cunt? If yes, what were they?
"No, not doing this again," I mumbled, my voice drowned out by her screaming.
"Harder," she said, having learned to demand what she needed from me.
So what if she did have other needs? I couldn't fucking fulfill them. What was the point of me knowing about it?
I lost myself to the lust, but nothing could stop the nagging in my head. My dick just couldn't let her go.
"Fuck," she murmured, eyes rolling in the back of her head, as though she were in my head, listening in.
With her question about what I called her, something unsaid had passed between us. Fuckathons had this way of making you think you knew someone, but we had lives separate from one another.
I tried to shake it off and focus on her. Moving with her, laying claim to every spot I could find with my mouth. Squeezing her tits until she yelped. Taking everything I wanted.
"You feel so good inside me," she purred freely, unconcerned with anything but me fucking her, and made all the more beautiful for it.
The more she spoke, the louder the thoughts got. She was a piece of work. She couldn't string a sentence together when I first entered her pussy, but once we got going, she could scream for hours.
My fingers traveled back up her body, touching her skin possessively. Whatever was between us was coming to a grinding halt. Like all one night stands or forty-eight hour sexathons or whatever the fuck this was, it had to end. Going at it like rabbits forever wasn't—
Before my brain could complete the thought, I felt her lips on mine. We were tangled up in each other, her back pressed up against my front with one of her legs draped over me as we forced our bodies to collide again and again. Despite all that, she snaked her arm around my neck and we were now kissing, as feverishly as we could while still going at it.
Our lips came apart, but she held onto my neck, looking me straight in the eye as she came undone.
"Cole. God save me. So good," she rasped out as she shook against me.
From experience I knew that this was just her first orgasm. When she was turned on enough, she could get off on mere kissing. This was just one of many orgasms my dick would give her before I would eventually succumb to the urge already in my groin and blow my load inside her.
I pulled out and away from her, looking her up and down. Soft, pink lips. Flawless, model body. Passionate, captivating eyes. She put every other woman I had ever touched to shame. After a moment or two had passed, her gorgeous model smile turned into a frown. Resisting clawing at the increasingly familiar tightening in my chest, I grabbed her cheeks and kissed her.
The long, soft, tender kind of kiss that I knew could get her off. As expected, she threw her arms around my neck and the second orgasm hit. I detached my mouth from hers. My eyes bore into her. Taunting. Accusing. Obsessed. She was getting off on my dick for the hundredth time and it still wasn't enough. I had to have her again.
"Get up. Move," I demanded, the intimacy evaporating from the tender moment we were sharing.
Intertwining our fingers, I led her hands to the headboard. Then I crawled up behind her and positioned her on her knees.
"Cole, what are you—"
The air cracked with the sound of me repeatedly slapping her ass.
"You." Slap. "Talk." Slap. "Too." Slap. "Much. Shut up and take my dick."
She whined and withered under my touch, then let out a disapproving grunt.
"You fucking asshole," she cursed.
"Fucking stay still," I snapped, laying a hand on her hip.
Before she could complain again, I had lined my dick up at her pussy's entrance and thrust my whole dick into her.
"Cole," she screamed, lunging forward from the impact.
Even as Hyde, she had let me do whatever I wanted to her, met every challenge readily, but this was different. The air had shifted. A change was coming and it was very much unwanted.
"We need to talk, Cole," she said over her shoulder, biting her lip to suppress a moan as her body rocked from the force of my thrusts.
Words no man ever wanted to hear. I wasn't interested in talking, just fucking her silly. Fucking her out of my system. I would get bored. I always did. It usually only took one night, but that didn't matter. It. Would. Happen.
"Later. Damn it, must you be such a good fuck?" I hissed, plunging into her again.
Soon we were back into a rhythm. Our bodies slammed into each other's. Nothing but gasps for air, the sounds of my dick entering her wet cunt and her musical screams filled the air.
My thrusts became violent. Erratic. Such that I knew she would give up trying to talk. We were completely lost to the lust we induced in each other. Somehow she summoned the strength to tell me.
"Cuming. I'm cuming Cole," she purred, as though inviting me to cum with her.
And fuck me, because my dick complied.
"Shit," I raged, as my dick flooded her pussy with cum.
Collapsing onto her, I took her down with me, spooning her screaming, spasming body. My eyes fell closed. There was nothing in my world but the warmth of her body and the simultaneous frenzy and contentment going through me as I emptied into her.
Somehow even nailing her doggy style stirred something inside me. Frustrating euphoria claimed my body anew. It was amazing. She was the best fuck of my life by miles. Every fucking time. Still, it wasn't fucking enough. Never enough.
She was a woman though. Eventually she would be sexed out. So how did I make her stay?
Tell me what to fucking give you and I will.