Branded

Without a word, she drops her hand from my cheek, pressing both of her palms to her thighs. She slowly slides them up under her skirt, grabbing onto her panties and sliding them down. The black lace drops from around her knees and pools at her feet. She steps out of them, using the toe of one of her boots to kick them away.

I swallow thickly and try not to moan, my dick hardening as she reaches up to the scooping neckline of her shirt, pulling it down to expose her tits.

Fuck me. She’s not wearing a bra. Or panties now.

“I hate you,” she whispers, trailing the tips of her fingers over one pebbled nipple.

I want to tell her I don’t care if she hates me, I don’t care if I’m the last person on earth she wants to be with, but I can’t make my mouth form any words as she places her knees on the bench on either side of my hips and straddles me.

My hands go to her hips, clutching the leather of her skirt as I pull her down on top of me, the heat from her bare pussy burning right through the crotch of my pants to my dick.

She uses both of her hands to grab her tits, kneading them and running her thumbs over her nipples.

“I really fucking hate you,” she whispers again.

Letting go of her hip with one hand, I run my fingertips over her lips to get her to stop fucking saying those words to me. Her tongue darts out, licking the tips of my fingers before sucking them into her mouth. She grinds herself against my dick as she hollows out her cheeks while she sucks my fingers all the way inside her warm, wet mouth. I quickly pull my fingers away, trailing them down over her chin, her throat and her collarbone before circling her nipple with their wet tips.

“Goddammit, I hate you,” she mumbles as she lifts her hips, reaching between us to unzip my pants.

Her hand dives inside the opening, wrapping around my cock. She strokes the length from root to tip, letting her thumb slide around the pre-cum leaking out, spreading it all around the head of my cock.

I continue circling her nipple with the tips of my fingers, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger and pinching it gently. She drops her forehead to mine and closes her eyes, humming her approval as I add more pressure with my fingers. Bringing my free hand up behind her head, I grab a fistful of her long, red hair, yanking her head back so I can look into her eyes.

“I don’t give a shit if you hate me. I need to fuck you,” I tell her with a growl, thrusting my hips in time with her strokes on my cock.

The lie flies right off my tongue. I don’t want her to fucking hate me. I want her to need me, I want her to come to me when she has a problem and I want her to know me. Right now, though, I just fucking want her.

Reaching into her boot, she pulls out a condom and quickly rips the package open. I watch with rapt interest as she places the rubber over the head of my dick and then slowly slides it down my length, squeezing me as she goes.

She raises her hips just enough to line the tip of my cock up with her wet pussy. She takes her time, sliding the sensitive tip back and forth, dragging it through her wetness until I’m completed coated with her.

Taking my fingers away from her nipple, I clutch onto her hip again and tighten my hold on her hair, pulling her down on top of me.

Her hands fly to my shoulders and she fights against my pull, holding herself completely still with just the tip of my cock inside of her. I’m breaking out in a sweat and panting against her mouth. It’s killing me not to move, but if she’s having second thoughts, I will drop her onto the floor, tuck my dick back into my pants and walk away. Nicely, of course.

I hold my breath as she sinks down on my cock another centimeter.

“If you want to fuck me, then do it,” she whispers angrily. “Fuck me hard, and make it hurt. I’m not going to break.”

I should probably question her need for pain when all I want to do is wrap my arms around her and make love to her like a pansy-ass, but my dick is doing all of my thinking for me right now.

She practically purrs when I tighten my grip on her hair, so I clench her hip even tighter and thrust upwards, slamming myself all the way inside of her tight pussy. Phina lets out a yelp and an apology is on the tip of my tongue until she lifts her hips, my cock sliding almost all the way out of her before she drops right back down, impaling herself on my dick.

Clutching onto her hair, I jerk her head back and expose her throat while I begin roughly fucking up into her, pushing and pulling her hips as hard as I can, moving her up and down on my cock. I lean forward, wrapping my lips around the smooth skin of her throat and bite down while I fuck her.

“I fucking hate you, I fucking hate you,” she chants in between moans as the bench beneath us creaks and rocks with the force of my thrusts.

Her thighs tighten around my legs as she helps me move her. She bounces up and down on my cock, slamming our groins together so hard I swear I’m going to have bruises. Everything about this moment is going to be forever seared in my brain. The sound of her moans of pleasure ringing through my ears, the way her pussy clenches around me and how her skin tastes as I continue to bite and nip at her neck. She’s so wet that she easily slides up and down my cock, no matter how hard I fuck her. She’s so tight I feel like a fist is squeezing my cock. Something about this moment, about the feel of her wrapped around me, the smell of her arousal and the taste of her skin is so goddamn familiar that it’s like a punch to the gut. She feels familiar. She feels like home and like I’ve been waiting years to come back to this exact place, waiting for this exact moment when I could be inside of her again.