Chapter 21 21
POV Elliot
She looked like an animal; I couldn't hold back anymore, not even ask for permission.
My hands went down to her skirt, grabbing the fabric in fists, and I yanked hard. The sound of the seam ripping was like music; the skirt split at the side, falling in a crumpled rag at her feet. She wasn't wearing stockings, just panties, white, with a dark stain in the center.
Fuck.
What a wonderful ass, what a damn perverse image.
How could she look so perfect?
"Mrs. Ellis," I said in her ear, voice hoarse, biting the lobe as I lowered one hand to rip the panties off in one pull. "Do you know what you do to me? I've spent the whole morning tasting your pussy on my tongue, imagining how it'll feel squeezing my cock. Sometimes I thought I'd explode. You're so cruel, and you know it; you provoke me, feed my demons, and bring out my most primitive instincts."
She gasped, her ass moving against me, begging without words. I unbuckled my pants fast, my cock springing free, already dripping at the tip. I grabbed it with one hand, hard and veined, and rubbed it against her crack, up and down, wetting it with my pre-cum and her wetness that was already dripping down her thighs.
"Do you feel it? I can't stop, I can't even think. And you know what? I'm going to fill you completely, all of you, not just with me, but with me inside; I'll soak your walls… until my juice and yours mix into one. Does it bother you that I fuck you without a condom? It doesn't matter; right now you're at my mercy… only for me." She was soaked, the curly hair matted, the swollen lips parting for me. I pressed the head at her entrance, just enough for her to feel the thickness, the stretch that was coming.
"No... Elliot, wait," she said, but her voice was a broken whisper, and her ass pushed back, swallowing the tip.
I didn't wait. I thrust in hard, burying myself halfway in one dry stroke that made us both growl.
Fuck, how tight she was. Her pussy sucked me in like a hot fist, the walls contracting around my cock, as if it wanted to milk me already.
I fucked her hard, grabbing her hips with nails digging in, pulling out almost all the way to slam back in, feeling how her juices soaked my balls every time I crashed against her ass.
The sound was obscene: skin against skin, the slosh of her wetness, her choked moans rising in pitch with every thrust. I had her subdued, bent over the counter, her tits bouncing free now that I'd ripped the bra off in one yank.
"Like that, Mrs. Ellis," I growled, biting her shoulder as I drilled her, my cock stretching her to the bottom, grazing that spot inside that made her tremble. "You don't look so serious anymore. Feel how I split you? Your pussy eats me whole, fuck, it's made for my cock. Tell me you want it harder."
She didn't respond with words, just a choked "yes," her hands slipping on the counter from sweat. I sped up, fucking like an animal, my hips slamming against her ass with a force that made the dishes rattle in the cabinet.
I felt every vein of my cock rubbing her walls, her heat enveloping me, squeezing me as if it didn't want to let go.
I lowered one hand to her clit, rubbing it raw with my thumb, while the other pinched a nipple, tugging until she moaned loud. Her pussy clenched tighter, milking me, and I knew she was close. Me too. The orgasm rose from my balls, heavy, ready to explode.
"You're going to come with me, Mrs. Ellis," I told her, thrusting deeper, feeling the head of my cock kiss her cervix. "I'm going to fill you until it drips down your legs. Tell me you want it."
"Yes... yes, fuck," it came from her lips, and that was it.
The final thrust was brutal, burying myself until my balls slapped her clit, and I came with a guttural growl, hot spurts flooding her, painting her walls with thick cum. She came with me, her pussy gripping me like a vice, contracting in spasms that milked me to the last drop. I felt it leak out, my semen mixed with her juices running down her thighs, dripping to the floor.
She collapsed then, her legs giving out, falling to her knees on the kitchen floor with a broken gasp.
I pulled out slowly, my cock still hard, shiny with both of us, veins marked and the tip red. I approached, grabbing her by the hair to lift her face.
"Look, Mrs. Ellis," I said, pushing my cock into her open mouth, just the tip, so she could lick what was left. "Look how wet it is from you. All this is your juice, mixed with my milk. Clean it."
She did, her tongue coming out clumsily, licking the salty drops, sucking softly while gasping. Her eyes rose to mine, clouded, and fuck, what a sight. My cock in her mouth, her pussy dripping on the floor. I pulled out, gave her a quick kiss on the lips, tasting myself on her.
"I'm leaving early today," I murmured, zipping up my pants. "Rest, Mrs. Ellis. We'll continue tomorrow."
I left her there, on her knees, gasping in the kitchen, with the skirt torn and cum trickling down her legs.
I grabbed my backpack in the living room, left without looking back. The fresh street air hit me, but it didn't calm the pulse in my cock. I smiled as I got in the car. Tomorrow I'd fuck her again. And the next. Until there was nothing left of that barrier she tried to put up. She was mine. Period.