Page 55 of Fight

You’ll never tire of her.

I tugged on her nipple, trying to ignore that thought, knowing there was no room for it in my head, knowing I couldn’t let myself accept it, even though I knew it to be true.

Instead, I lost myself in P.

Fucking her fast and hard was good, but this time after was even better.

When I’d carried her from the kitchen, wondering when I’d developed a kitchen-sex fetish, I took her to the shower, and we took turns washing each other, though there was far more kissing than washing. And now I had her naked in my bed, her curves and warmth, something I could explore for hours. Something I planned to.

Sliding down her body, I trailed kisses against the underside of her full breasts, against her wonderfully padded rib cage, down farther to kiss and bite her hip.

“Is your pussy sore, jefe?” I whispered and then sucked the soft skin of her upper thigh between my teeth.

“D-don’t flatter yourself,” she replied on a breathless whisper.

I laughed, the sound muffled by her skin.

“Your screams are flattery enough,” I said, looking up at her.

Her dark eyes were still soft, dreamy, but I could see the arousal growing in them. I stroked my hand over and up her thigh to rest between her sex. I glided my finger up and down her wet slit, but she flinched when I started to push it inside her.

I tsked as I continued to kiss her, shifting until my head was bracketed by her deliciously thick thighs, and breathed deep, taking in her sweet scent. I snaked my tongue out to circle her clit and then moved down, lapping softly.

“You didn’t answer, P,” I whispered, my lips hovering over her hard clit.

“Answer what?” she said.

“Are you sore? I want to fuck you again.” I kissed her clit, stroked my tongue against her lips as I brushed my fingers along her thigh to settle alongside my face. I trailed my finger after my tongue and then went lower, pressing the digit against her puckered back hole.

Her eyes widened with surprise but not from the way I touched her. “You care?” she said, her voice so low I almost didn’t hear her, but her dark eyes brimming with hope.

I’d started this as a game to tease her, but I was quickly becoming caught up. But seeing that hope in her eyes, feeling how much I wanted to fulfill it left me ragged with need, almost as edgy as I had been earlier. I licked her and pressed a little harder, let her feel that urgency.

“I care,” I finally said.

Then I curled my tongue around her clit, licking and sucking it until she thrashed under me, her pussy flooding, clenching so hard that I could feel the vibration.

She came hard, cried on a broken breath.

I had never heard anything so beautiful.