Trashed (Stripped 2)

I thrust slowly, levered over her. “You can.” I touch my lips to hers, briefly. “Touch your tits. Grab ’em, baby. Let me see you play with those big titties of yours.”

She cups her tits in both hands and pinches her nipples between finger and thumb. Her mouth falls open and her eyes go wide. “Like this?”

I groan. “Yeah, baby. Lick one for me.”

She lifts one of her tits to her mouth and extends her tongue, flicks it across an erect pink nipple, a sigh escaping as she does so. “That turn you on, Tory? Watching me touch myself and lick myself?”

“Yeah it does,” I murmur.

She starts to move with me, now, meeting me thrust for thrust. “I like watching you, too. Will you let me watch you jerk off?”

I grin at her. “Maybe.”

“What if I let you jerk off onto my tits?”

I feel my balls clench as I imagine that. “Fuck yeah.” I dip down to kiss her, slipping my tongue between her lips.

She sweeps her tongue across my lips. “You taste like my pussy.”

“So does my cock,” I tell her.

She pushes me off her, hooks a leg around mine and twists so I’m on my back. I let her, and then I’m breathless as she bends over me and runs her tongue up the length of my cock from balls to tip. “Mmmmm. Yeah, you do.” She licks me again, and then twists her head sideways to slide her lips up my length, and then gets to my head and licks that too, swiping her tongue over it and swirling and licking until her essence is gone and only her saliva remains.

And then she’s off me, lying back down on her back with her heels drawn up against the backs of her thighs to spread her pussy apart for me. “Eat me, baby. Lick me until I scream.” She drags her finger through her slit and it comes away coated.

Jesus. I’m not sure I can wait any longer. I’ve been on the verge of coming for so long now it hurts, my balls ache from the come boiling inside me.

She holds her finger out to me, and I close my lips around it, tasting her essence, and then I lower myself between her sweet plump soft muscular thighs once more, taste her juices on my tongue and lap at her relentlessly until she’s gripping my hair in her fists and fucking my face with desperate thrusts of her hips, coming, coming.

And I’m in her.

And this time, there’ll be no stopping. God no. The games are over.

She hooks her heels together around my back, snakes her arms around my neck, and grinds her hips against me, her lips at my ear. “Don’t stop this time, baby. Come for me. Come in me. Let me feel you shoot your load inside me.” Her voice is a constant whisper of exhortation in my ear as I feel her pussy clench around me. “Yes, god yes…you feel so good, Adam. Keep fucking me.”

I’m grunting and groaning and thrusting with slow, hard movements, trying to make it last. I don’t want this to end, this feeling of perfection, this feeling of completion. She’s wrapped around me, tangled up in me, and nothing has ever felt so right as her body clamping down on mine, her words in my ear, her hands clawed into my shoulders.

This woman, she is my Destiny.

Fuck, that’s cheesy, but it’s so true.

“You’re my Destiny.” I can’t help saying it out loud.

She buries her head against my neck and laughs. “Jesus. That was so bad it was good.” She lets herself fall back to the bed and my thrusts slow to almost nothing as I fight the urge to unleash. “But I loved it. Because…I am.”

My eyes lock on hers, and I know I’m done for, then and there.

This is love.

I won’t say it yet, though. I’ll save that for a better moment. If I say it now, she’ll think it’s just the intimacy of sex making me say it. And that’s not it at all. Or at least, not entirely.

My movements go shuddery and stuttering. I’m gasping, sweating, and I don’t dare look away from her molten brown gaze.

“Now, Adam. Now.” She grinds against me hard, and I feel her squeeze with her inner muscles as she writhes against me, fucking me.

And somehow, despite being beneath me, she’s in control now. She grips my ass and hooks her heels around the back of my knees and her pussy clamps down, and I have no choice but to bury my face in the generous silken heaven of her tits and let myself go. It’s not letting go, though, because I have no control over this. She’s demanding my orgasm, taking it from me. Drawing it out of me.

I’m wild, suddenly, manic and feral and rough. And she just shouts “YES, YES, YES!” and fucks me back and growls with me.

“Destiny…I’m coming, Des.” My forehead rests on her cheekbone, her breath in my ear, her hands gentling on my ass now but still pulling me and pulling me, urging me. “Oh…fuck…fuck…”

“Yes, Tory, give it to me, give it to me, Adam.” It should be weird hearing her call me ‘Tory’ since only my immediate family uses that name, but it’s not. Nor is it weird hearing her use both names in one sentence.

It just reinforces how completely we’re intertwined.

And then my cock explodes inside her, heat shooting out of me, wrenching my entire being so I can only drive into her hard and fast and explode again, and she’s smoothing both hands from ass to shoulders, her hips grinding against mine, and she’s moaning in my ear, clamping down around me and everything is gone, nothing exists but this moment, this breathless unity.

“Holy shit, Adam.” She kisses my cheek, my jaw, her hands still roaming all over my back.

I collapse on her, and she takes my weight and holds me until I slide off her, but she won’t let me go far, cradles my head against her breast and strokes my hair. “It gets more intense every time, Des,” I murmur.

“No kidding,” she agrees. “I didn’t know it was possible to come that many times.”

I just laugh against her skin. “I lost count.”

“Five,” she answers.

“So that last time, when I came?”

She laughs, her tits shaking. “I’m not sure, honestly. I don’t know what that was. I felt you coming inside me, and even though I’d just come and I don’t think I could have again even if I tried, I was…coming with you. Feeling you come that hard just…did something to me. Not sure what it was.” I roll to my back and take her with me, so now she’s nooked into my arm. She nuzzles against me, sighing. After a moment she rests a palm on my stomach, flips my still-recovering cock back and forth. “Gonna need this again soon.”