Payton’s dripping-fucking-wet, and my dick slides deep into her pussy without resistance.
She tenses beneath me, her body and mind at war––wanting to hate me while also wanting to pull me in deeper.
“Get off me!” she cries, even as her pussy pulses around my dick.
She wants to hate me. But she doesn’t. She can’t.
And I’ll prove it to her.
Because she’s close.
She’s so close.
And I’m not here to play fair.
I shove a hand between her and the mattress, not stopping until I feel her firm little clit against my fingers.
Her body arches under me, legs pressed together, and the more she squirms the tighter her pussy grips my dick.
“S-stop it!” Payton moans.
I grab her hair with my free hand, pulling her head back until our cheeks are next to each other’s.
“Why?” I grate against her ear.
“Because, I-I’m going to––”
“Do it. Come for me.” I rub the pads of my fingers over her clit in a rough pattern, and she explodes.
Her juices slick my fingers, and her convulsing walls try to pull the cum straight from my balls.
I clench my teeth and resist the draw to follow her over the edge.
We’re only getting started.
