I slip a hand under her skirt and growl in approval when I find her soaking wet. I lick at her lips. “Did you like being naked for me under your skirt?”
“Yes.” The word is a soft pant.
I hook my fingers, fishing the balls out, and they fall forgotten to the ground. With my thumb, I circle her clit and she arches, driving my fingers deeper.
I feel frustrated. Like it’s not enough. I need primal, elemental. I want a claiming. I jerk away. She looks up at me, her pretty brown eyes filled with lust and confusion.
“Hands against the wall.” I flip her around so she faces the brick.
She moans, lifting her ass in offering.
Which is good, because I’m in a taking mood. I yank her skirt up and smack her hard on her bare skin. On a whimper, she pushes into my palm.
Fuck. I’ve never met anyone who likes to be spanked as much as she does.
Before I lose all reason, I whip a condom from my pocket. Unzipping my jeans, I free my straining erection before sheathing myself.
The creamy, pale skin of her ass beckons, and I don’t deny the temptation she presents. I deliver several sharp blows.
Her head drops down between her outstretched arms. Jesus that’s a pretty sight.
Smack.
I rain a series of slaps in alternating patterns and force until her flesh glows red and my palm burns.
We’re panting for breath.
I’m so hard it borders on pain. I can’t hold off anymore. Can’t wait to slide into her.
One thrust and I sink into her tight, wet heat.
She cries out and starts coming around my cock, her muscles squeezing me. I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to follow right along with her.
“I’m sorry,” she says, her voice breathless.
I bark out a harsh laugh. Only Abby would apologize for coming.
I want her to come again. Want to feel her body quake for me.
I thrust, deep, pulling out to the barest tip before plunging back.
Her cunt tightens around me.
Her head tilts back, and her hair brushes against her back. “More.”
Any thread of restraint I have breaks. I grip her hips with both hands and drive into her with a force that leaves me shaking. Mindless to anything but the feel of her and the blinding pleasure. Over and over I pound into her with a brutal strength, sweat breaking out along my back as I relentlessly take her.
She begins to tremble, tightening on my shaft.
It makes me wild.
Her orgasm ripples down my cock. She cries out, loud and abandoned.
I clamp a hand over her mouth so people won’t run to rescue her.
From out of nowhere, the words rip from my throat. “My pussy. Mine.”
I thrust high and deep. I growl. “You’re mine. I own you. You belong to me.”