Alana let out a yelp that quickly turned into a moan as I lined myself up and thrust back into her, this time from behind.
Her cunt felt even tighter this way, and I grabbed her hips, pulling her back onto my cock with every thrust. Her ass jiggled with every smack of my hips, and I leaned over, pressing my chest against her back as I fucked her harder, deeper, until she was screaming my name like a prayer.
“Eden! Oh, God, Eden, don’t stop!”
I wasn’t planning on stopping. Not until I’d wrecked her pussy so thoroughly she couldn’t walk straight.
My balls slapped against her clit with every thrust, and I could feel her orgasm building again, her pussy clenching around me like a fucking vice.
“Come for me,” I growled, slamming into her one last time as she screamed, her whole body shaking as she came around my cock.
Her scream echoed through the locker room, and I loved it.
I could feel her orgasm pulsing through her, her cunt clamping down on me almost tight enough to send me over the edge as well. Almost.
But I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to hold on.
I slowed my thrusts, letting her ride out her climax, feeling her body shudder.
Alana’s breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she pressed her forehead against the cool metal of the locker.
I ran my hands up her sides, feeling the curve of her waist, the smooth skin of her back, before gripping her shoulders for leverage.
“Eden,” she panted. “That was?—”
I leaned down, pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat. “We’re not done yet.”
I straightened up, gripping her hips again as I started to move.
Her body was still shaking from her climax, but she pushed back against me anyway, meeting my thrusts. Sweat trickled down my spine, my muscles burning, but I didn’t care.
I reached around, my fingers finding her clit, swollen and sensitive. I rubbed it in time with my thrusts, my other hand holding her in place as I drove into her.
“Eden,” she moaned, her voice broken, desperate. “I can’t… I can’t take anymore.”
“You can.”
But she might’ve also needed a little change, so I pulled out, ignoring her whimper of protest, and turned her around to face me.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed over with exhaustion. I winked at her before lifting her once more, but this time, I quickly carried her over to my cubby. I took a seat, leaning back, positioning her above me, her legs straddling me.
She sank down onto my cock, her eyes fluttering closed as she took me inch by inch.
“I believe it’s your time to take control,” I told her, watching as her eyes filled with panic.
But despite that short moment of fear, she bit her bottom lip, and a small smile appeared. “I think I can handle that.”
Hell yeah, she can.
I gripped her hips, guiding her as she began to move, finding her rhythm.
Alana braced her hands on my shoulders, her fingers digging into my muscles as she rode me. Her hips rolled like waves, her body swaying as she fucked me.
Her tits bounced in my face, and I couldn’t resist taking one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard as she moaned.
I could feel her body responding to every touch, every thrust.
My hands slid up her back, holding her close as she ground against me, her clit rubbing against my pubic bone. Her moans turned to gasps, her body trembling as she chased another orgasm.