Dwelling in Desire Ch. 12

"Curt," I whispered. "Please, I need more. Harder."

"Uhhh, fuck, little girl..." Curt immediately increased the pace of his thrusts.

The intense heat between us was immediately gratifying, and I moaned and thrust my pussy up at him in encouragement.

"Yes Curt yes! Please!"

"Aaaahhh," Curt groaned, his pace increasing.

I felt my pussy tightening on him in anticipation. He wasn't wearing a condom, and the knowledge had me humping at him like a well-ridden whore.

"No, Beth," Curt gasped, even as he forced himself deeper, hitting that spot I loved and hated at the same time.

"Yes!" I cried, wrapping my legs around him. "Come inside me!"

"Fffffuck!" he cursed as he pistoned into me at a blinding speed.

My toes curled. Not a sound escaped me as my jaw dropped, eyes closed in ecstasy. I came, my pussy fluttering over him again and again.

"Aahhh! Little ssslutt!! Aaahh!!"

"Yesss!!" I screamed. As I felt him pulse inside me once, twice, three times, I knew I had won.

"Aahh!!" Curt released one final pained groan before collapsing on me.

I could barely breathe below him, but I loved it. I could die this way, wedged beneath Curt Donovan, trembling and dripping sweat all over me. It was carnal, dirty, and more satisfying than anything I could remember.

I was his. Completely.

Once he'd caught his breath, Curt rose up on his elbows and stared into my eyes. I stared right back, concealing nothing from him. Several moments passed in silence before he nodded softly.

"Alright little girl," Curt purred. "Get yourself to the shower. I'll go after."

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To be continued...