Getting to her knees, Sangria crawled to him. “I want you.”
“What was that?” he murmured. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”
She shuffled up to him, straddled his lap, and nuzzled her pussy against his cock. “I said I fucking want you.” She licked his lobe. “Can’t you tell?” She growled as she ground her sex onto him.
“Mm, yeah,” he moaned while he aided her hips back and forth lubricating his member. “I can feel your sweet juices dripping onto my cock.”
Nibbling her way over his chin, Sangria covered his mouth with hers, pushing her tongue between his lips. On a chuckle, he opened and swept his tongue over hers teasingly darting in and out.
She loved his playfulness. She couldn’t remember the last time she relaxed enough to enjoy sex this much. It was always hurried, more like a necessity than a luxury. But this, with him, was all lavishness, and she was going to revel in every moment of it.
As they kissed, she could feel Vance’s fingers exploring her. He slid them between her ass cheeks and into her soft wet folds. Trailing his fingers back and forth along her cleft, he finally slipped them one at a time into her pussy.
“Mm, I love how you feel inside. So fucking hot,” he said while nibbling on her bottom lip.
“Fuck me, and you’ll see how much hotter it can get.”
She wanted his cock inside her now. She was burning for him. If he waited much longer, she might just self-combust.
Without another word, he slid his fingers out, lifted her up, and pulled her down onto his rigid length. As he filled her, Sangria bit back a cry of pleasure. She mounted him perfectly. A deliciously snug fit.
Once he was fully sheathed inside her pussy, Sangria held still, clutching her vaginal muscles around him, enjoying the way he felt. Savoring every ridge, every vein of his glorious cock.
He groaned against her neck as she clenched and un-clenched her muscles, squeezing him tight. “Oh, God, woman. You’re killing me.”
“Well I can’t have that,” she chuckled. “I’m not nearly through with you.” And with that, she started to rock back and forth.
Gritting her teeth, she pushed up with her legs, stopping right at the tip of his cock, and then slammed back down. Each time she moved, Vance groaned, his jaw clenched tight. She knew she was driving him insane because she could feel it in the way his muscles bunched and twitched. He was reining it in, trying to stay in control. She wondered what it would take to send him over the edge.
While she pumped up and down, Vance pulled her close, nibbled on her neck, and ran his hands up and down her back to end up on her ass. He squeezed and kneaded her flesh, brushing his fingers in the valley of her cheeks, circling her anus. Each time he did this, the breath caught in her throat. An explosive orgasm was kindling inside. She was afraid of its intensity, knowing it was going to be fiery and overpowering like a raging inferno.
Vance ran his tongue up and down her neck and ended to suckle on her earlobe. “I love how you feel, Sangria. So soft, so silky,” he groaned. “I want to fuck you so hard that you scream.”
His words sent ripples of pleasure over her. She grabbed hold of his dark silky hair and crushed her mouth to his in answer to his statement. Oh, God, yes, fuck me hard! She wanted to scream.
Gripping her ass cheeks tightly, Vance lifted her up, but keeping his cock still buried deep, and flipped her onto her back. Once there, he grabbed her legs and pushed them back, spreading her wide. Her knees touched the mattress and she had to take in a few ragged breaths as he began to slide his cock out, and then back in.
In this position, she was completely stretched open and exposed. She could feel every glorious inch of him thrusting in and out of her. At first, his rhythm was leisurely and controlled. However, that didn’t last long.
Soon, he was plunging into her. Flesh slapped against flesh. Their pants mingled together with each thrust. Sangria whimpered as he rammed into her pussy again and again. She could feel him deep inside, as if pushing at her very soul.
Tears welled in her eyes, as her climax quivered on release. She couldn’t take much more. Every nerve ending in her body was firing. She felt like she was ablaze.
Reaching down, she brushed her fingers over the hood of her slit, pushing it back to find her inflamed nub. All her muscles flinched and bunched as she stroked her clit. That was all it took to send her spiraling over into bliss.
Crying out, as starbursts exploded in her eyes, Sangria came hard. She tried to push her legs back, but Vance held her still, held her open as he continued to thrust his cock into her contracting pussy.
She thrashed about on the mattress as delicious wave after wave of pleasure surged over her. She nearly lost her breath with the power of it. Crying out again, she ran her hands over his chest, raking her nails over his skin. She couldn’t do anything else but hang on as her orgasm took her under into the rapturous deep.
Groaning loudly, Vance finally released her legs and fell forward, wrapping his hands around her head, digging his fingers into her hair. With one final deep thrust, he came in a rush of heat and violence.
Sangria wrapped her arms around him and held him as he came, enjoying the way her hands slid over his slick, sweaty skin.
“Oh fuck!” he moaned as he emptied himself utterly.
They laid there for what seemed like an eternity, pressed together, sweat mingling, juices flowing. Finally, Sangria began to stir, testing her limbs for the strength to move. Everything felt like rubber. Soft, hot, pliant rubber, but rubber all the same.
Vance’s body began to twitch on top of her. She was alarmed at first, until she realized that he was laughing.
“Holy fuck, woman, I think you just about killed me.”
Sangria swelled with pride. She never almost killed someone with sex before. A knife possibly, her Hummer most certainly, but never had that pleasure with her body.
“Maybe you should think of getting into the sex trade. You’d make a million.”
She brushed her hand over his sweaty brow, pushing his hair to the side. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
He pushed up onto his elbows and smiled down at her. “It was meant as one.”
As she gazed up at his perfectly sculpted and flushed face, she could almost forget that they were a few hours away from officially being on the run. That she had fifty thousand dollars of the First Lady’s money for a job she didn’t finish, and that she’d just fucked the woman’s prized stud in a rundown hovel. Other than all that, Sangria felt damn good.
“You look pleased with yourself,” Vance commented, his brow arching playfully.
“Yup. I am.” She traced her finger over his full sensuous mouth. His lips were designed specifically for kissing. And she wished she could stay attached to them forever or at least for another few hours.
But she couldn’t. Their union was to be brief.
She dropped her hand and turned her gaze from his face. She started to wiggle underneath him so he would move.
He didn’t. Instead, he cupped her cheek and turned her face back to look at him. “What happened there? Everything was spectacular.”
“Yes, it was. But now, now it’s back to reality.”
“Screw reality. Let’s flow with this for a while.”
She frowned at him. “We’ve had our while. Now, it’s time to make plans to get the fuck out of here.”
Vance leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her pouty lips. “You’re so quick to get out of here, that you can’t enjoy it. We only have this moment once, Sangria.”