Watching her splayed open and waiting for my cock makes me leak pre-cum. I want to tell her to lick it off, but I know I won’t last if she wraps that sexy mouth around my thickness. It’s her pussy that I want to feel around my cock. There will be other times to experience what her mouth feels like.

My breathing is staggered and harsh from trying to control myself.

I have a condom in my shirt pocket. I should use it. I don’t know her. Where she has been. It would be wise to use it. I should. I know I should.

I grab her slim ankles, pull her to the edge of the bed, and with the backs of her calves resting on my chest, use the tip of my bare cock to find her silky wetness. She moans.

God, I have waited for this moment forever. There’s no stopping me now.

I slam myself as deep inside her as I can. Her mouth opens in a soundless cry and her body jerks at the suddenness and violence of my entry. Her pussy is so tight it is like a clenched fist around my dick. When I had fingered her earlier, I knew that her pussy would be tight, but I had no idea.

Her tightness excites me to the extent I’m in danger of coming right there. I still myself deep inside her and try to hold back while she fights to adjust to my size. I look down at her and try to remember that she is an untrustworthy thief. That reminder is enough.

I pull her legs open again so that I can see everything I’m doing to her. I can see how stretched her pussy is with my cock in it. Her fair flesh impaled on my tanned cock is a sight to behold. I could watch it all night.

Chelsea coos with each throb and thrust of my cock. I begin to move my hips back and forth sliding in and out of her.

I can see it on her face. She likes having my cock buried inside her. She closes her eyes momentarily, and she groans my name under her breath. Her beautiful nipples have hardened to pebbles, and I lean over her body and bite the pink peaks. She shudders, and pushes her breast into my mouth. Begging me to suck it.

When I do she places her hands behind my head and claws at my hair. I am still pounding into her, hearing the sounds her wet pussy makes when I move in and out of her. Her pussy feels so good; so good, that I don’t want it to end. It’s better, by far better, than anything I imagined.

Her pussy clenches, and every time it does, my cock throbs and I know that I won’t be able to hold on much longer.

I raise myself again so that I can look at her. I put each of her legs over one shoulder and hold her steady. I can’t hold it any longer. I make each stroke harder and harder. Chelsea lets out moans and unintelligent whispers. Her mouth is open and she looks like she is getting closer and closer to climax.

She covers her mouth then to stifle a scream, and it angers me. I want to see everything that I’m doing to her. I want to be able to hear every sound that she makes. I spread her legs and let them collapse around my sides so that I can lean forward. I grab her by both of her wrists and then raise them over her head. She is surprised by my actions, but she understands. Now that I am over her, my pubic region can rub against her clit while I rock my hips back and forth. I feel now that Chelsea is shaking underneath me.

“Oh, my God,” Chelsea gasps. Her eyes are beginning to roll back. I’m not finished with her yet. I don’t want her to come yet. I slow down my strokes. Slowly and deliberately I slide in and out of her. Her pussy is so wet I feel her juice pouring over my cock.

“Do you like the way this feels?” I growl in her ear.

“Yes,” she cries.

My strokes become rougher. “Do you like how I’m fucking you?” I ask again. I look into her eyes. She is quivering and squirming underneath me. I have found her spot. There is no way for her to hold in her pleasure.

“Yesss,” she wails. Her eyes are wide and she is trying to pull away from me. She can’t take any more of the pleasure that I’m giving her. Her gentle quivering has become a violent shake. She is ready now.

I let go of her wrists and grab her shoulders. I raise myself and begin to pound into her as deep and as fast as I can.

Chelsea screams. She’s completely under my control now. I place a hand around her neck. She takes it and squeezes. Her back arches. Just as she did when I finger-fucked her. Suddenly, her body becomes limp. She sucks in a breath, then her body undulates as wave after wave of pleasure fills her. The way her pussy tightens as she hits her climax drives me insane.

The way she forces me to squeeze her throat turns me on in a way that I cannot even begin to explain. I roar as I feel that I’m about to cum inside of her. Chelsea is clawing and grabbing at me while she continues to scream and come. It’s when our eyes meet again that I realize I’m coming.

I can barely control my movements, but I am still holding onto her neck and pounding her. I feel my cum jet powerfully out of me. The wetness of her pussy takes me to another dimension.

Our orgasms finish together and I collapse on top of her. We do not speak while we try to collect ourselves and catch our breath.

The encounter is incredible, but I feel as if I have dropped off a cliff. Shocked, I slide out of her and turn away.

“Thorne,” she whispers.

For a second I freeze, then I turn back to look at her. The expression in her eyes stuns me. It is almost as if she is telling me not to go. I shake the thought away. She is an expert manipulator. I brought her here against her will. I’m not going to fall for that old trick. I will not let her sink her claws into my flesh and believe that lie simply because I want her to want me as badly as I crave her.

She has lifted herself to her elbows. Her legs are still open. My eyes flick to her pussy. My cum is dripping like cream out of her reddened, puffy flesh. Something tightens inside my gut. I bring my eyes back to her face. She is watching me with that same strange expression. The air is thick with words unsaid.

Hell, I want to take her in my arms and hold her until she falls asleep. My hands clench at my sides. I can’t let her see how much power she has over me. I turn and walk out of her room. I must keep my guard up.

I must not let her get to me. At the very least, she must not see how utterly, completely, and totally obsessed I am with her.