Twenty-Three

Damn.

I mean, god fucking damn. She really was worth the wait.

"I'll think about it," I answer, playing like I'm not about to rail her into next year, "if you're good."

Valeria's expression turns dubious. "And if I'm bad?"

I place both hands on her cheeks and tilt her head up, orienting her line of sight so she has nowhere else to look but my handsome fucking face. "If you're bad, you're going to get fucked when you're asleep. When you can't enjoy it."

SMACK.

Contact stings my cheek and my face whips to the side. White hot pain radiates, tingling as the night air touches my smarting skin. Did she… She seriously slapped me across the face. Hard as fuck too.

Alarmed and convinced I've screwed up, I brace myself for fury. It doesn't come. Instead, when I lock my eyes back on Valeria, all I see is a devilish grin before she asks, "Bad enough?"

"What?" I demand, my voice splintering.

Her hand rises again and skims the cheek she slapped, her touch light and affectionate. "I said, am I bad enough for you to fuck me while I sleep?"

Oh. Oh.

Desire grips my chest. This girl is game for anything. Like, anything.

"I'll make you pay for that," I promise with a touch of faux threat for effect. "Once I punish you, you won't ever hit me again."

Valeria's lower lip is notched under her teeth. "We'll see, won't we," she mutters, eyes feasting on me. "But first, you should probably fuck me while I'm awake. Which…well, look at that—I'm awake right now, and I have no idea what you're waiting f—"

She's not even done speaking when I shove her onto my bed. I'm on her in a blink, pulling off my shirt to give her my body. My skin. Everything I have at my barest, most basic form.

Everything she wants, she gets.

I've always been a go-getter—an honest-to-god doer, who takes initiative. Apparently, Valeria's one too, because while I'm taking off my pants, she's tugging at the fabric of those tight, frustrating-as-hell leggings she wears all the damn time. The black fabric is so thin, it's nearly sheer in the right light. I should hate those leggings for tormenting me, but she looks astounding in them. And once the leggings are off and Valeria is left in nothing but a thong, I don't care about her cock tease of an outfit.

My cock absolutely loves what we're seeing.

The feeling must be mutual because Valeria reaches up and touches my length over my boxer briefs. Her hand is confident and deliberate, working me with long, measured strokes intended to get me ready for her.

When she reaches under the brim to touch me directly, every urge in me spikes. Her round, bare breasts look delicious bathed in moonlight. I dip down and pull one of her thick, brown nipples between my lips and teeth, daring to nibble at the hard peak. She shifts in response, releasing an impatient mew that only gets louder when I run my hand along the expanse of her perfect chest and stomach, down to her pussy.

She's soaked.

"Shit, baby," I mutter, covering my fingers in her arousal. "Is this from the stream?"

Her head shake is like a Christmas gift. "I faked it. Wasn't in the mood."

"You got this wet for me just now?"

"You've been edging me for a year, asshole. Of course I'm wet," is her snappy response.

That gets a grin out of me. I love her mouth and everything it does. How it kisses me. Sucks me off. Gives me the shit as good as she gets it.

Ready, I grind down against her, rubbing my cock against her pussy. Her arousal is slick and everywhere. On my hand. On her upper thighs. It coats my dick with every upward stroke against her lips, covering me in her wetness. I want to wear it forever, but I'm acutely aware it would be even better if it were mixed with my cum.

Ah, shit. "I need a condom," I realize aloud, resenting it. Having a barrier between us is going to kill me.

"No, you don't." Her words are casual, spoken between kisses on my jaw.

My hands still on her body. I find her eyes in the dark and take in the placid expression on her face. There's a hint of smugness there, which I like—but I need to know what she's getting at. "Because you have an IUD and don't have to worry, or because you want my cum?"

She catches my chin between her thumb and her index finger. "Because I want your cum," she answers before she raises her head to kiss my lips—chaste, given what we're about to do.

"And if you didn't have the IUD?" I press.

She raises a shoulder. "It would be worth the risk."

The risk.

The risk of finishing inside of her. The risk of dropping a thick load of my cum in her and seeing what the fuck happens in a few weeks.

For the first time in my life, the thought sends a jolt of excitement through me. My hand skims over her flat, bare stomach, fingertips tracing her bellybutton, before I lower my head and run my tongue over a pearled nipple.

She's too smart to miss my cues. She hoists herself up on her elbows and frowns at me, eyes switching between my tongue lavishing the very tip of her nipple and my hand strumming her belly. "Lander," she murmurs, "did I just become part of another ten-year plan?"

"Five-year," I admit, meeting her eyes before moving to her other nipple. "No, three-year…maybe a year."

Valeria collapses back onto the mattress. "Well, while you figure out the plan, I'll be over here waiting to be used and owned by my fine as hell next-door-neighbor."

She's right. The fact that I'm not inside her already is lunacy. "Here's the plan: I'll give you the best orgasm of your life, and all you have to do is sit back, relax, and take that dick raw."

Amusement lights up Valeria's face. Her hands drift down to my hair, and she ruffles it before scratching my scalp. It's nice. It earns her a deep suck on her nipple, strong enough to make her tighten her grip. "I hate this plan," she confesses with a gasp.

I suck harder. "Liar."

She pulls harder. "I'm never going to sit back and relax when your dick is involved." Pointedly, she thrusts her hips upwards, pressing her pussy against my chest. "I'll take your cock. Raw. Uncovered. I'll take your cum. I want your cum. On me. Inside of me. Are you going to give me what I want? You promised me. If I ask you, you'll give me what I want. That's what you said."

I did. I will.

I release her nipple from my lips. "You're sure?" I confirm, tightening my hold on her. I let my stare darken. "Because I don't want you saying shit you're going to take back. If you ask me for this, you don't fucking take it back, Valeria. From now on, this is how we'll fuck."

"Never," she insists, her expression steadfast and serious. "I would never take it back."

My chest swells with anticipation. Underneath me, she has never looked more beautiful. Her hair is messy from my hands, her nipples are wet and swollen, and she's wearing three gold stud earrings in each of the piercings on her ears—piercings I didn't realize she had until today. Something about those piercings has my mouth watering. So many fucking holes.

I poise myself over her, putting us face to face, chest to chest, cock to pussy. "Tell me what I can do tonight," I murmur, my lips grazing hers as I speak.

"Anything."

"What have I said about saying things and taking them back?" My tone carries a hint of warning.

"I won't," she promises unwaveringly. "You can do anything to me. Mount me. Use me. I don't care. If you're feeling it and I am too, we don't need rules, do we? We're breaking the rules. Together."

We are. We really fucking are.

Gripping her pretty face, I purse my lips and—without instructions—Valeria opens her mouth for me. I aim for her tongue and release, watching my spit slide down her tongue to her waiting throat before I press on her jaw and force her to close her mouth. "Swallow," I order.

She does. Eyes never leaving mine, she swallows my spit before murmuring, "Again," and opening her lips for me once more.

I do it again. Like before, she gamely swallows.

"Baby," I murmur before I dart down, wanting to put the imprint of my lips on every inch of her. I lick her neck. I kiss her collarbone. I bite the tips of her nipples. I suck on the underside of her breast. Everywhere I see skin, I place my lips, claiming her.

When I reach her pussy, I waste no time tasting her clit again. I've been fantasizing about it. Fixating on it. I had a hit before and I'm a junkie now because I'd literally cut throats if they were in the way of me getting my lips on her plump, wet pussy. The heady taste of her arousal turns me savage. My roaming hands settle on her thighs, handling them ruthlessly—and yet my rough grip seems to make her rub her clit into my face even harder.

I'm dying to get my dick inside her again, but I need to get her ready. Tongue still working, I fit three fingers into her sweet cunt, but I'm big. I know it, she knows it—and that means we need to be patient.

Much easier said than done.

"Please," she begs after I slide my pinky in to join my other three fingers. Her voice strains around the word. "I need it."

I need it too.

Rising to my knees, I place my bare cock at her entrance and offer a probing thrust, entering her. She bites on her lower lip, adjusting to the intrusion before nodding.

I give another thrust, careful to work more of myself into her body only when her expression switches from tension to pleasure. We didn't have to do this last time. Last time, we were pure adrenaline. This time, it's a delicate balance, one we have to navigate together. She's so tight. So ridiculously, mind-bogglingly tight.

My hands go to her waist, feeling the ripples of her abdominal muscles beneath her skin. The thing about Valeria is she's soft on the outside, but when you touch her—when you really explore her—she's tight underneath it all. Fit. A body built to fuck.

She groans thickly when I finally get into her full hilt, my pelvis smashed up against her pussy. Her muscles tighten around me, offering a preliminary squeeze that nurses my length.

"Shit," I mutter, holding back the instinct to pull out and thrust right back in.

She responds by working those muscles again, clenching me.

"Good girl," I murmur, running a hand along her stomach up to one of her supple breasts. "Taking this cock so well, letting me stretch you out."

Valeria wiggles underneath me, inviting more of my motions and more of my weight. I draw back, giving her the barest of thrusts. She takes it like a champ. In fact, she raises her hips on the re-thrust, inviting me to give her more.

So I do.

And again and again, I work myself back and drive into her, each thrust harder and more deliberate than the last. Every swivel gets us wetter and every motion makes the familiar hot tingles build all over me.

It gets rough fast—faster than I would normally allow, but she's clawing at my arms and nodding her head, groaning with each plunge into her body. Her back curves, levitating those amazing breasts higher, sending those hills of skin swirling in a mesmerizing rhythm. I grab one and grip it, squeezing it mercilessly, and it drives Valeria wild.

She latches her hand over mine, digging my fingers into her skin. I grasp her breast harder and match her frenetic energy with my hips, feeling sweet pressure on my cock.

Her teeth chatter as I thrust into her, working her brutally now. I slap her tits with both hands. One and then the other and then both at once, leaving red marks on her skin. She bows her back and groans into each strike, undulating for more because she's made for sex—and so am I.

My body feels amazing. It's tingling and alive and ready to combust with anticipation. Nothing has ever felt better. I'm on the verge, ready to spill inside her. Putting cum into her tight little hole is a fixation I've nurtured for weeks, but with the prospect so close, I'm single-mindedly obsessed with it. I need it—like a motherfucker. Now.

"Valeria. I'll make it up to you," I swear through harsh, heaving exhales.

"What?" she blurts out, breathless and confused.

But I can't respond because I really start to rail her. Her breasts shake and quiver. Her back bends. Her hands scrabble and scratch at my sweat-coated skin as she cries out, and I'm there. I'm coming inside of her. Spurt after spurt of my cum fills her, warm on my cock as I shove it into her. I revel in the ferocity of it, feeling like I'm a hundred feet tall.

"Feel that?" I question, refusing to stop moving. "Feel that inside of you? Cum everywhere, baby. I want you covered in it, inside and out."

I don't know if it's my words or my cock or a combination that puts her over the edge, but she's right there with me. She screams, practically vibrating with the rush of pleasure, and her fingers dig painfully into my shoulder.

Primal instincts surge in me, and when I pull out, I want to worship the pearly trail dripping from her. Her pussy is glistening, puffy with engorgement, and it's apparently and patently fucked. But I'm not done—and I won't be until I have her floating a thousand miles above the Earth. I replace my cock with my hand, using my index and middle fingers to shove my cum well into her.

She nods approvingly, no words exchanged between us, because we both know exactly what I'm up to: I'm plugging her up so it doesn't drip out. I'm keeping a bit of myself inside of her, tacitly setting the precedent that I will be inside her for the foreseeable future.

Her body wiggles below my hand, thrusting minutely upwards to meet and welcome my touch.

"You're amazing," she murmurs, speaking as she wraps her hand around my forearm and slowly drags it down until her fingers touch my wrist. Firmly, she takes up the motion of my arm, encouraging my movements, fucking herself with my hand.

Using my cum as lube, I shove those three fingers right back into her and work them fast, in and out, with a single intention in mind.

I know she can squirt.

I've seen her do it twice on her streams. Both times, she seemed shocked when it happened, and I wondered if the shock was for the audience. Now, I know her reaction was genuine.

Valeria gasps, swearing obscenely at the ceiling and repeating my name while she fists the bedspread beneath her. She's bucking, undulating. Her moan fractures. She wets her lips, clenches her eyes closed, and then she falls apart—fucking shatters—right before I press hard against her g-spot.

Mindless, she cries out as wetness gushes out of her, getting on me as I slap my cock against her pussy with one hand and massage her g-spot with the other. It's everywhere, drenching my cock and my stomach, but I don't care. It's the hottest thing I've ever witnessed and I want to lick every drop off her. I start doing that—licking her like a fucking kitten until she tilts my face up to hers and kisses me harder than any woman ever has.

"I told you I'd make it up to you," I manage to say between kisses.

And I never go back on a promise.