“It’s time for you to come again,” I demand, pulling her lips to mine. I still squeeze hard enough that she has to gasp for air, but I give it to her from my own lungs instead. I pound into her with a punishing rhythm. The sound of skin slapping fills the tiny kitchen. It’s so fucking sexy to hear our bodies jolting against one another, to hear her moans mixed with mine. Even the kiss is so heated and sloppy that you can hear it fill the room.
Will I ever get enough of her? I don’t think so. No other feeling in the world could ever compare to this.
I shove my tongue in her mouth, reveling in how she greedily opens up for me. I’m always wanting more from her, but she’s wanting more from me, too. She’s greedy and needy, and I fucking love it.
“Be a good girl and come on my cock,” I persist. “I want to feel you come so hard that you make me come.” Sweat drips down my back as I pick up speed, circling my hips slightly because I know that’s what she likes. She hangs off the counter at this point, relying on my body pressing into hers to keep her from sliding off.
“And I want you to moan so loud I not only hear it, I feel it against my fingertips.”
Another pump in and out of her, the muscles in my back tightening from the upcoming orgasm. “Now,” I grit out, knowing I’ll be coming in seconds.
I know she’s close when her thighs begin to quiver around my waist. Moments later, she tightens around me, a low moan coming from deep in her throat.
“Good girl,” I growl before going in for a deep kiss.
My skin heats as I come with her, filling her completely. My tongue in her mouth, my hand around her throat, my cock deep inside her, filling her full of my cum.
It’s the hottest moment of my life. The only thing hotter is when our foreheads crash against one another, the two of us trying to catch our breaths from the intensity of what just happened.
I click my tongue, pulling my cock free and finding my cum spilling from her. “I said you’d be full of me,” I note, pushing my cum back inside her. “And you’ll stay full of me.” She jumps when my fingers run over her clit. God, even though she just came, I wonder if I brushed against it again, would she let me? Could I get her to come again with just my fingers?
It’s tempting. Incredibly tempting. I’m about to try when she finally speaks, her hands rubbing at her throat where my hand just was. “I need a minute,” she rasps. Her shoulders rise and fall in rapid succession. Mine do the same. That was the greatest workout of my life. I wouldn’t have to meet with my trainer ever again if I could just do cardio by fucking Pippa for the rest of my life.
Her body goes limp as her head falls against my shoulder. She wraps her arms around me, pulling me close. There are probably a thousand different health code violations we’re breaking, but I lean into her despite the mess between us.
“That was…” Her words trail off as she presses a kiss right on top of my racing heart. It races because that was the best sex of my life—but also because I’m imagining myself doing that with her for the rest of my life, and that’s a dangerous fantasy for two people who started out despising one another.
“Incredible. Mind-blowing…” I brush my hands through her hair as she presses another kiss to my beating heart. “Catastrophic,” I whisper.
She looks up at me with wide, curious eyes. My eyes can’t help it when they drift to the red mark around her throat for a moment. “Why catastrophic?” she asks.
I pull her into me, tugging her off the counter. She gladly wraps her legs around me. We’re perfectly lined up against one another again, the head of my cock brushing against her clit.
My hands cup her ass cheeks, keeping her in place as she rakes her eyes over my face. I want to know what she sees. Is it a different man than she first thought I was? Or deep down, does she have the same opinions of me that have always been there?
“Because I think I want to do that a lot more, for a long time, and I don’t even know if you like me, shortcake.”
Her thighs wrap tighter around me. “I think I’m starting to like you more,” she answers playfully, a wry smile on her lips.
“Are you only saying that because my cum is leaking out of you?”
She smiles even wider at my question. Dirty girl. I fucking love it. “No. I was thinking it before tonight, but the great sex did help your case.”
I playfully nip at her, clutching her to my chest. I want to keep her in my arms forever, to never let go. Maybe then, the real world would never catch up with us and remind us why a sweet small-town girl like her and a cold city guy like me aren’t meant to last. “I think a better adjective is needed. Great isn’t doing it for me.”