Big hands going up under my dress, tearing my lace panties like they were paper. I moaned loudly into his mouth. — You drove me crazy all night yesterday — he growled against my neck, biting hard enough to leave a mark. — Thinking about that fucking bite. I laughed breathlessly, pulling his shirt up. — Then fuck me like you really thought about it. He lifted me easily, legs wrapped around his waist. He walked to the bedroom without even turning on the light. He threw me onto the bed forcefully, the mattress bouncing. In two seconds he was shirtless, beltless, impatient. He ripped the dress in the front. Literally. Fabric tearing, buttons flying. I laughed again, incredibly excited. He spread my legs with his knees, pulled down my pants just enough. He didn't take them all off. Just what was necessary. When he entered, it was all at once. Deep. Without warning. I arched my back, nails digging into his shoulders, a scream caught in my throat. — That's it — he grunted, holding my wrists above my head with one hand. — Scream for me, go on. And I screamed. He thrust hard, rhythmically, almost angrily. The headboard banged against the wall. The wet sound of our bodies colliding filled the room. He bit my neck, my breasts, sucked my nipples until it hurt from how good it felt. I writhed against him, searching for more, deeper, faster. — Damn, you're too tight… — he groaned, releasing my wrists only to grab my ass with both hands and pull me even closer to him. I turned onto all fours without him asking. He held my hair like a rein, pulled my head back while he thrust hard again. His other hand went down and rubbed my clitoris in quick circles, mercilessly. — Cum for me. Now. I want to feel you squeezing my cock while you come. I couldn't take it anymore. The orgasm came violently, legs trembling, vision blurring. I screamed his name, my whole body convulsing. He didn't stop. He kept thrusting deep, prolonging mine until I almost cried from so much pleasure. When he came, it was with a hoarse, almost animalistic groan. He buried himself to the hilt, pulsing inside me, filling me while squeezing my waist hard enough to leave finger marks. We stayed there for a few seconds, panting. He was still inside me, his chest pressed against my back, his warm breath on my neck. After a while, he slowly pulled out, turned me onto my back, and lay on top of me, a pleasant weight, without crushing me. He kissed my mouth slowly this time. A lazy, almost affectionate tongue. — A real date, huh? "— he murmured, smiling against my lips. I laughed weakly, my body limp, broken and happy. — You took forever to bring me in one of these. He bit my lower lip lightly." That's how it is when I really want to take you seriously. And he kissed me again. This time very slowly. As if the night were ours.
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