The Perfect Fit

Without giving her any warning, I flip Lily over. She squeals in surprise, her body still wracked with tremors from her climax. I pull her up onto her knees so I can see her pussy dripping onto my sheets. Her whimpers are muffled by the pillow under her face. Reaching into my sweatpants, I free my aching cock and give it a sharp tug as I stare at her perfect cunt and ass, on display and waiting for me like the naughty little slut I know she is deep inside.

I spank her ass hard, leaving a bloody handprint behind. She groans out my name, and I can’t wait much longer to bury myself inside her. My heart is thumping wildly against my ribcage, adrenaline thundering through my veins like it’s my lifeblood.

I tangle my fingers in her hair, pulling her head back so sharply that she winces. “You’re gonna take my cock now, buttercup. Every fucking inch of me on the first go.” I drive inside her, bottoming out and filling her dripping cunt.

She makes a strangled sound, but her wet heat grips me tight. I pull out slowly, making her whine like a needy slut before I ram back inside, so hard that the bed rattles.

“Fu-oh!” she mewls. I yank her head back more and ride her hard, slamming into her over and over until tears roll down her cheeks and she’s barely able to breathe. And when she seems as though she can’t take any more, I bend over her, wrapping my free hand around her throat and railing into her like a man possessed.

I press my mouth against her ear, teeth nipping at her skin. I’m struck by an overwhelming desire to bite her, to become the animal she just accused me of being. She turns me into an animal, feral and famished, with a burning need to touch and claim every single part of her. I ravage her sweet cunt until she’s panting for breath and whimpering beneath me. But it’s still not enough.

I pull her up so we’re both kneeling and spread her thighs wider with my knees, stretching her as far as I can while still being able to fuck her in this position. She’s going to cum all over my sheets, stain them bright red with her release. My cock leaks inside her at the thought. “You’re going to take everything I got, like my needy little whore.”

Gripping her head and throat, I feel her try to nod. I increase my pressure, cutting off her airway as I drive in even harder, my hips slamming against her ass and making it bounce. Then I sink my teeth into her shoulder, biting down and breaking the skin. The tang of copper fills my mouth, the taste different than the blood from her pussy but just as sweet.

Her cunt ripples, milking my cock. I loosen my grip on her throat and let her suck in a breath. The rush of air ignites her climax, like oxygen feeding a flame. She comes hard, soaking my sheets and my thighs and trembling so much that her teeth chatter. I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight and roaring her name as my orgasm tears through me with the force of a freight train.

I let her go and she falls flat on the mattress, gasping for breath and clutching at her throat. I sway on my knees, my head spinning with the strength of my own climax. I’m seconds away from collapsing on top of her when a heaving sob escapes from her lips. The sound snaps me out of my orgasm-induced haze, and all I can do is watch helplessly as tears stream from her eyes.

Fuck!

Seconds drag like minutes, but she doesn’t run. She doesn’t scramble to get away from me. She doesn’t do anything. Tentatively, I reach out and trail my fingertips down her spine, and she shivers. But she’s still here. Lying between my thighs, covered in her blood and our cum, she looks so beautifully broken that my cock already aches to take her again.

“Zeke,” she rasps, her throat clogged with tears.

“Yeah?” My own voice comes equally raw and thick with emotion.

Whatever she was about to say gets cut off by another sharp intake of breath. Before she can tell me not to, before she can run, I fall onto my forearms and press my chest against her back. A heavy sigh escapes her, and tension seeps from her body into mine.

We lie here like this for I don’t know how long. Our hearts racing, breaths hoarse and ragged. After our chests stop heaving and the pulse in her neck is no longer throbbing, I press a soft kiss beneath her ear. The corner of her mouth curls into a faint smile. “That was so freaking intense,” she whispers.

I hum my agreement against her skin. It was fucking incredible. I haven’t felt a connection like that since … Ever. Not with anyone other than Fitch or West.

“We’re all sticky.” She laughs, and the sound makes unexpected emotion well in my throat. I swallow it down and push myself up.

“Zeke?” The word is a protest, and she shivers at the loss of my warmth.

I grab the corners of the blanket and wrap her up like a burrito. “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”

Burrowing her head into the pillow and closing her eyes, she murmurs her agreement. I allow myself a second to look at her. Tear-stained cheeks and hair all mussed up from fucking. Fuck me, she’s perfect.