She watches me.
“Tell me you love my cock.” I roll the latex over the head and down my shaft, staring at her. “Tell me how much you want it.”
Rebel’s not shy, and there’s nothing demure about her. Without hesitation, she says, “I want your cock, baby. All of it, buried inside my pussy.”
The mouth on her sends electric shocks through my body, practically short-circuiting my entire system.
With my hand wrapped around my dick, I inch forward, lining up the tip to the very spot that’s brought me hours of pleasure already.
“Not slow. Don’t take me slow.” She licks her lips as she stares down her back, hands planted in the mattress, back rigid and straight. “Hard and fast. Fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before.”
I bite my lip, holding in the moan crawling up my throat, threatening to break free before I have a chance to sink into her soft heat.
I move my hands to her hips, pulling them higher, and when our bodies are lined up, I thrust inside her, hard, deep, and unforgiving.
She gasps, and her ass rises as our bodies slam into each other. “Just like that,” she says before turning her face back to the mattress and bowing her head like she’s about to have a personal conversation with Jesus himself. But the only worshiping I’ll allow her is that of my cock.
I pound into her, over and over again, taking her deeper until she’s panting and fucking me back, grinding her ass against my body, covered in sweat and sweetness.
I tighten one hand against her waist as I slide the other one up her back, flattening my palm in the middle and pushing her shoulders down into the mattress. She gasps again with the change of angle, allowing my cock to slip deeper, filling her completely.
Rebel mumbles, speaking in tongues as I shove my dick deep, fucking her as hard and as fast as I can.
Her body no longer moves underneath my grip. Her lips part, she falls silent, and she almost stops breathing.
Her pussy milks my cock, pulling me over the edge with her until my legs begin to shake.
She flattens against the mattress, and my body falls forward, collapsing onto her back.
I inhale, taking in the scent of her skin, trying to catch my breath as my legs struggle to recover.
Our bodies are stuck together at every point we’re still connected. Our ragged breathing matches, both gasping for air, bodies heaving.
Absolute fucking perfection.
Another knock. “We’re leaving in ten. Everyone’s waiting for us if you two can come up for air long enough to leave the cabin,” Carrie says with a slight giggle. “I told you they’d hit it off. They were made for each other.”
They are both fucking annoying.
Neither understands personal boundaries, or maybe they don’t care.
We never knocked on their door. Not once in the last twenty-four hours. They could’ve been dead in there, and it wouldn’t have mattered. We were too busy doing our thing to worry about if they were doing theirs.
“Baby, they’re not going to be walking down the aisle. Get that fairy tale right out of your head,” Carmello replies from the hallway. “But from the sounds of it, that was one for the record books.”
Claps fill the hallway, and I groan. “I give it a nine,” Carrie states. “If he’d lasted a little longer, then it would’ve been a ten and worthy of a standing ovation. Just a wee bit short.”
“What am I, baby? Am I your ten?” he asks her, but I already know what her answer is going to be, and so does he.
They’re gross. Almost too sweet and perfect with their cutesy names and the bullshit they say to each other.
“You’re a twenty, darlin’,” is his response.
“They’re gross,” Rebel echoes underneath me, her voice still raspy and hoarse.
I roll over, bringing her with me to face the ceiling. I find her waist with my hand, feeling at home there like we’ve done this a million times before. “You want to go with them?”
She peers up at me, her head on my shoulder, tucked against my body with her ice-blue eyes on mine. “I think my pussy needs a break.”
“So, is that a yes or no?”
“They have food and beer at this party?” she asks me, running her black fingernails down the middle of my chest. “Because I could use a refuel for later.” She giggles, probably thinking I’m spent for the night.
But she has no idea who she’s messing with, and I’m no chump. I can fuck all night, and I am about to prove that to her for the second night in a row.
Sure, we’d fall asleep for a short time, and I’d wake her up with my mouth or fingers between her legs, causing her to moan.
I smile, liking her way of thinking. “Then let’s go, sugar. Eat and drink all the things because later, I’m going to need my fill again.”
She blinks, tongue darting out, running across her lip. “I’m not going to be able to walk when I leave here tomorrow night.”
My smile only grows wider, and I press my lips to hers, pulling back to whisper, “I want your body to remember me forever, Rebel.”
She swallows, her blue eyes pinned to my brown. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”
And with those words, I give her one long, hard kiss like I did when I won her over in front of the cabin, before rolling away.
“Aren’t you going to shower?” she asks, leaning across the bed, watching me grab my jeans off the floor. She’s checking out my ass. Her eyes are hungry, and I like the look on her.
I shake my head, taking the condom off before stepping into one leg. “I’m not washing you away, baby. I want to smell you on my skin all night. Not ready to let you go that fast.”
She gawks at me, her eyes dipping to my dick as I tuck my length into my jeans and zip them up. “Whatever you say, big guy,” she whispers.
“You love my cock, don’t you?”
“No.” She looks down, fumbling with the rumpled sheet.
I reach down, touching my fingers to her chin, forcing her eyes back to my face. “Don’t lie.”
“It’s nice,” she teases.
“Kittens are nice, Rebel. My cock is a beast and a freaking work of art.”
She stares me straight in the eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. “You think really highly of yourself.”
I raise an eyebrow, not breaking eye contact. “How many times did my cock make you come?”
“A few,” she mutters, averting her gaze.
“Lying doesn’t become you,” I whisper against her lips as she leans forward, going for another kiss.
I pull away, leaving her wanting more and loving every second of teasing her.
“You’re an asshole.”
I grab my T-shirt off the floor where she’d thrown it and yank it over my chest, smoothing it down with one hand. “You wouldn’t want me any other way, would you?”
She grunts, pulls herself up, and climbs off the edge of the bed. “Maybe,” she says, sauntering past me slowly, swaying her hips and that fine ass to drive me crazy.
And it works too.
I’m a goner for this chick.
Twenty-four hours and I’m ruined.
I keep teasing her, but I’m the one who’s fucked. There is pussy, and then there is pussy. Rebel has the second. The unforgettable kind that crawls into a man’s soul, making him a different breed and always thirsting for more.