Zeb…

Her kiss was desperate, but for what I couldn’t tell. It wasn’t usually like me to hurt a woman, even if she asked for it, even in this context. I was a lover, a man, and not an animal, but I understood exactly what she wanted. I was angry enough, over what was happening to her and what had happened to her friend, that I knew exactly what she meant. With no place else for it to go, I was happy to give her what she seemed to so desperately crave. Rough sex it is. I thought to myself, but first things first, I had to get her out of her clothes.

I pulled her shirt over her head and frustratingly, found another layer. I worked my way through them as fast as I could and unhooked and took her flash bra from her.

She had the most glorious pair of natural tits and I wasted no time in palming one, massaging it with a grip a little tighter than necessary while I took the other’s nipple into my mouth. She arched, pressing her breast more firmly against my teeth and into my palm and struggled to shove my flannel off my shoulders.

I wasn’t as concerned about getting naked myself right this minute as I was about getting her undressed. I wanted her nude and laid out underneath me and I wanted her there now.

I kissed down her body, her fingers winding in my hair, clutching it, which pulled on it giving just that slightest edge of ow, which unleashed the beast a bit. I peeled her jeans down her legs and met with the g-string she’d had on at the strip club. I decided I much preferred her cotton hip hugging panties instead. They were more her and I didn’t care if I ever saw these fucking things again, so I took them in both hands and snapped them.

Her body jerked and she cried out a little bit, a passionate throaty sound that said she liked everything I was doing but wanted so much more. I gave it to her, cupping her sweet pussy in my hand and massaging her lips, finding her wet with my fingertips and plunging two of them up inside her. Her hands fell away from my hair and just dropped to her sides. I rolled my eyes up to look at her as I kissed her stomach and locked an arm behind her back to keep her from falling.

Her eyes were dark and heavy-lidded with passion and a power she usually didn’t robe herself in. A sureness about herself that she usually didn’t quite have all the way there. She really had stopped giving a shit. She really wanted this and wasn’t going to beat herself up for asking for it, and god it was hot and I was about to give her everything she asked for and then some.

I thrust my middle and ring finger deep inside her hot wetness and teased at her walls. She threw back her head, hissing between her teeth, her voice goddess-like as she said; “God yes!”

“You like that, eh?”

“Mm, yes, more,” she said with surety.

I stood up, but left my hand against and inside her body, backing her up to the bed and shoving her down on it. I went to my knees between hers and wrapped my arms around her thighs, just above her knees and yanked her across the covers so her ass was at the very edge of the mattress. She had no idea how beautiful she looked with her hair spilled across the deep blue and green bedspread, her hands trailing down her body.

I returned my fingers to her pussy and sealed my mouth over her clit and did everything I was supposed to just to make her fucking come. I wanted to. I wanted to make her come so hard and so many times she forgot her own name, because that was what she had asked for. To forget for a little while. To leave the emotional pain behind by focusing on shit that was purely physical for a while.

She gripped the bedcover with both fists at her hips, her breaths coming in deep, panting gasps while I forced the orgasm out of her. I wanted her to come at least twice before I got my dick involved and oh man, how I wanted to get my dick involved. It was straining at my jeans, pressed so hot and tight to the inside of them and so full and hard it fucking hurt so damn good.

I licked and sucked on her and she tasted fresh and so clean. I don’t think I was going to ever get enough of eating her pussy. It also didn’t seem like it took any effort at all for me to coax that first orgasm out of her, either. Before I knew it, she was bucking and crying out, and it took me using my free arm to bar across her hips to hold her to the bed. Sensitive or not, I didn’t let up, either. Not until she begged me to stop, at which point I sat up amused.

“Just give me a minute,” she said between panting breaths and she just laid there, spent. I took the time to get my clothes off a piece at a time, my eyes never leaving hers. She watched me, the fire of her desire stoked and burning, naked in her expression as she watched me strip, piece by piece, layer by layer.

“Fuck, that has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” she breathed.

“Yeah? You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

She smiled and it held a wicked glint of laughter even though no laugh came. I didn’t know what made me say that, but I buried it pretty quickly – made her forget all about it – when I buried myself in her slick, wet heat, going balls deep in one thrust. She cried out and writhed on the end of my cock and I didn’t give her time to adjust any. Instead, I set a punishing cadence, pushing into her hard enough our bodies met with a crack and not letting up until I felt a need for a change in position.

“On your knees,” I demanded, pulling from her and giving her a light slap on the outside of her thigh. She rolled onto her stomach lazily and I grabbed her by the hips, pulling her back and up onto her knees when she didn’t move fast enough.

I was a man possessed and the only cure was getting back inside of her. She reached out her arms, arching low like her cat, pushing her hips back to meet me stroke for stroke and I couldn’t get enough. I just would never be able to get enough, but that wouldn’t stop me from trying.