by Lily Vixen
I find the headboard. Wrap my fingers around the top.
And hold on for dear life.
Josh stares down, getting the full-frontal R-Rated version of this flick. Which pisses me off, but allows me to close my eyes and surrender to the bliss of him forcing that cock into me.
He builds to this insane, rocking rhythm that has me moaning and groaning like someone who’s just come off their diet and decided to make a stop at Mackie-D’s before going home.
Yeah, I’m that fucking out of my mind aroused.
My head starts bumping against the headboard. Josh leans forward, wrestles a pillow free and shoves it behind my head.
“Ah!” That’s me trying to tell Josh how this new and very exciting angle is upping the ante.
I think he gets it.
His fingers fold over mine, crushing them to the wood. He dips his head, snatching up my mouth with his and forcing a rough, bruising kiss on me as he pounds against my pelvis.
His teeth catch my bottom lip, teasing that tender flesh between them before he moves down my throat, bites my collarbone, and nibbles on my nipples.
I buck under him.
He groans loud enough for me to feel those vibrations on my boobs.
I shudder, buck again, and begin meeting him thrust for thrust.
“No,” he moans, lifting his mouth back to mine. “You’re going to make me cum.”
“Thought that was the point.” I draw back, catching a flicker of his eyes as he experiences something I can only hope is as transcendental as what I’m feeling right now.
“Not yet.”
This is practically a growl.
God, if that’s the case, then he should stop saying shit like that because I think I just came a little again.
Joshua
Alexa writhes and bucks under me, completely disregarding my order for her stop. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she had somewhere else to be.
Maybe she does.
Well, tough cookies.
“Stop it,” I manage through gritted teeth.
If I didn’t control our speed, angle of thrust, grinding of pelvises, the whole shebang… then there would be no telling when I climaxed. But it would probably be within the next five minutes.
And now that I had this rainbow-haired mermaid naked, spread, and titty-bouncing on my bed, I wasn’t about to let her go.
“Ah,” Alexa says, her eyes sliding closed as she shivers deliciously around my dick.
Enough is enough.
I land a slap on her ass. Not hard, mind you — just enough to get her attention.
It does. But it also makes her moan like a goddamn harpy, and that sound alone almost sends me plummeting off the cliff.
I jerk out, tensing in expectation of spewing cum all over her pretty little legs, but someone’s definitely on my side tonight — I manage, barely, to contain myself.
Alexa’s legs slide against mine as she squirms and wriggles around under me.
“Josh, get back. Josh.”
She sounds as petulant as a damn kid asking after her allowance. So, instead of ‘getting back,’ I grab her hips and flip her over. She lets out a surprised gasp and immediately shoves her ass in the air.
Good God, what a view.
My dick jumps up as if it’s straining to get back inside that wet hole of hers. And I won’t deny it any longer, the poor thing.
I get to my knees, use my thumbs to wrench Alexa open, and bury myself as deep inside her as I can go.
She moans, pushes back into me, and glances at me over her shoulder.
“Hard, Josh.”
“Harder?” I’d already been giving her my everything… what the hell else did she want?
Her eyes flutter. “Fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked anyone before.”
I stare at her.
She shudders and tightens around my dick as she lowers her head onto my bed, giving me a last, petulant simper over her shoulder.
“You scared?”
Alexa
I love doggy style. Love it, love it, love it. I keep telling Josh this, but I don’t think he can hear me right now ‘cos he’s got this far-off look in his eyes, and his jaw is all bunched like he’s concentrating real hard.
I hope he’s not thinking about work again.
His fingers fold into my hip bones. He uses that leverage to start jerking me back into him, forcing me to meet his every thrust.
So now I can’t talk anymore. All I can do is moan and whine like a cat in a washing machine.
Tumble dryer?
Oven.
I don’t know, something.
My nipples are sliding over whatever the fuck silk or satin he has on his bed, and that feeling alone is fucking slaying me. Now add to that the pounding Josh is handing out? Goddamn, I’m in heaven.
One of his hands breaks free to run over my ass.
Does he like it?
It was always too big for my liking. And don’t even get me started on cellulite. Ick. But when I look behind, he’s staring down at it like he’s considering eating whipped cream from it.
Mmm… I wonder if he has a can of cream in his fridge.
Josh rakes his nails over my ass and then slips his hand over my hip bone.
I gasp when he touches my clit.
And then I start slamming back into him.
Okay, I’m not going to last much longer. I’ve been holding off as long as I can, but if he’s going to be strumming me like Cobain making love to his guitar, then I’m finished.
“Fuck, Josh, I’m so close,” I manage through desperate pants.
“How close?” Still not looking at me. Still transfixed on my ass and the in-out thrusting of his cock.
“Fucking close.”
“Me too.” His voice is strained now.
His fingers pick up speed. He fetches some lube from the abundance of it oozing out from me and smears it over my clit.
He rams into me — so fucking hard I’m left breathless — and then pulls out completely.
I stay with my ass in the air, shivering with the ecstatic expectation of him driving himself back into me… but then I just feel breath on my ass instead.
I glance around.
Josh is staring at me, mouth open as he sucks air into his lungs.
“What?” I whisper.
He bites into my ass and then flicks his fingers at me.
“Get over here.”
Josh
Alexa turns around, confusion drawing furrows between her eyebrows. I grab the back of her knees and tug her closer. The base of my cock slams into her, earning me a delicious groan. I urge her up, teasing her legs around me so she’s straddling me.
I back her up into the headboard.
She moans at me, her lips parting and her eyes closing. I kiss her bottom lip as I dip my hips and slowly slide my dick into her again.
God, but it’s starting to feel all kinds of familiar-good in there. Like my favorite shoes.
Alexa murmurs something unintelligible as I slowly kiss her. She’s not responding to that kiss, just moving her lips as if in silent prayer. I begin fucking her as slowly and gently as I can manage.
Nibble at her mouth.
Run my tongue over her teeth.
I slide my arm around the back of her head, cradling it. The other goes around her waist, holding her tight.
Urging her up against me as I thrust into her.
After two rounds, she begins riding me.
Her clit slides over my pelvis, leaving wetness in its wake. She’s shuddering uncontrollably now, her eyes sealed shut as if they’d never open again.
I kiss her ear, teasing it with my teeth.
No reaction.
Try kissing her again.
Nothing.
She’s gone into a fuck-coma.
I release her waist and slide my hand between us.
She’s still bucking up against me, slow and steady, but the instant I touch her clit with my thumb, those ob
sidian eyes of hers fly open.
“Oh,” she says, all quiet-like, as if she’s just remembered she left the iron on.
“I’m going to cum,” I tell her, just as calmly, in case anything above a whisper might trigger both our orgasms before we’re ready.
She makes a strange, keening noise. Her legs grip me hard, and her bucking becomes hard. A hollow forms in her throat, the cords in her neck standing proud.
Her hips slam into the headboard as I thrust into her.
She’s staring at me, mouth open, jaw jutting out. I yank her hair, keeping her head still as I lean forward and kiss her.
Her hips slam against the wood, wet with sweat. That keening of hers is louder now. Her hands grab my pecs, her nails digging in.
She’s thrusting against me as hard as I am against her.
I can’t breathe anymore. She’s all around me — her legs around my waist, her arms around my shoulders now. Her hands in my hair, her nails in my scalp.
I’m crushing her mouth, but she’s pressing into me like she wants even more.
I try, but I’m giving her everything.
Every—fucking—thing.
Alexa
He’s so deep inside me, filling me, stretching me around him. There’s no space he hasn’t filled — he has my mouth, my sex, everything.
But I want more. I want to feel him cumming inside me.
Those strokes on my clit become hard, tearing me apart. My muscles are so tight, I can barely fuck him back, but I’m trying. I’m trying so hard I can hear myself screaming in the back of my throat.
Josh slams into me hard enough to eviscerate my breath.
He bites my lip.
And then I’m cumming so hard, I can’t feel anything else except that blinding pleasure. That aching, tearing bliss searing through me.
I hear Josh groaning deep in his throat. Feel pressure as he forces me hard against the headboard. The muscles in his shoulders tighten, shivering under my hands.
My clit’s screaming in agony, but I don’t want him to stop. His hand goes around the back of my throat, gripping me bruise-hard. His mouth is still against mine, and the breath he releases pours hot and violent over my lips.
As hot and violent as the load his cock pours into me.
I shudder, going limp. But he holds me, thrusting into me again, pinning me against the wood.
A last time, keeping me propped up.
And then he slowly lets me slide down.
The sheets are damp, sticking to my skin. But he cradles me, drawing me down until I’m lying under him. He’s so heavy, so hot on top of me.
And he’s still inside me, pulsing.
I finally manage to open my eyes. He’s staring at me all confused-like with a frown between his dark eyebrows.
“What?” My voice quavers.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. He shakes his head and lowers his forehead against mine. “Just… fuck.”
Josh
I roll off Alexa — I don’t want to crush those birdlike bones of hers — and slide my hand under her neck.
She lifts her knees, rocking side to side on the bed as her eyes slide closed. Her hand glides over my pecs and cups the side of my face.
Smiling, she turns to me. Her legs bump against mine. For a moment we just stare at each other, both of us still out of breath and shimmering with almost-sweat.
“Round two?” she asks.
I laugh. “In an hour, maybe.”
She pouts at me, and I squeeze her thigh.
“Thirty minutes?” I say, cringing in expectation of a reply.
She shrugs, glancing away as she swipes the back of her hand over her face. Her mermaid hair clings damply to her face and neck.
“What time’s your meeting tomorrow morning?”
Shit, I’d forgotten about that.
I blink.
Alexa turns to me, frowning. “And now?” Her eyes flicker to my mouth.
I realize I’m grinning, and try and reduce it to a smile or nothing at all.
I fail.
“Meeting?” My voice is still thick with post-coital tension. I clear my throat, and trail my fingers between her breasts, lingering over her bellybutton and then teasing the cerulean curls above her clit.
“Your uber-important business meeting,” she says, attempting what I can only assume was a business-like tone.
She fails, but I’ll give her an A for effort, anyway.
“Hmmm.” I dip my head, pressing my lips to her ears. “I think I’m going to sleep in.”
“In what?”
“In you,” I murmur.
“You’ll miss your meeting,” Alexa says, her lips brushing against my cheek.
“Then I’ll miss my meeting.”
“Aren’t you worried you’ll get fired?”
“Fired?” The words sound strange on my tongue — I’ve never said it out loud before, only in the confines of my own head. “I think I’ll be okay.”
I press my lips to her throat.
“After all, I am sleeping with the boss’s daughter.”
She giggles then, and it’s probably the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. Okay, it could be that post-coital bliss thing. But hey, I’m trying to live in the moment, remember? And somehow I’ve managed to trap a mermaid in my bed.
Living the dream, man.
I’m living the dream.
The End
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