Page 57 of It Hurts Me
My attention turned back to the painting once more…and I waited.
It seemed like she’d gone through a dry spell as well because she was all over me the second she walked inside. She rose on her tallest tiptoes and reached her arms around my neck as far as the distance would allow. Her lips were anxious on mine, kissing me like a lover she hadn’t seen in months rather than days.
I hated to bend my neck down so far or strain hers in the opposite direction, so I scooped her into my arms and elevated her to my height, holding her like she weighed nothing, my hands gripping that summer-peach of an ass.
She hooked her arms fully around my neck, and she kissed me slowly but passionately, giving me her tongue before I could give her mine. Her fingers dug into my hair, and she pressed her tits against my bare chest. “I missed you.” She spoke against my lips, barely breaking our embrace to whisper those words to me, like the last thing she wanted was a response.
I sat in the middle of the couch and felt her weight on my lap, my hard dick like a log of firewood between us. If she dragged her pussy down fast enough, she would light the match and burn us with the flames.
I yanked her jacket off her arms then tugged her shirt over her head, revealing the black bra that pushed her tits together and made a noticeable line of cleavage in the center. For a woman so small, she had an impressive rack. My dick complemented my size, but she was the opposite.
I unclasped the bra and let her tits come free, the little nipples in the centers hard like diamonds. I palmed one in my hand before I leaned in and sprinkled her neck with my hard kisses, smelling the scent that clung to my sheets after she left.
Her arms hooked around my neck, and she brought us close together, her nipples dragging against my bare chest, warm and soft like rose petals. Her mouth came down on mine, and she kissed me with a moan, drunk on the wine of our passion.
My dick was so fucking hard.
I paid women a lot of money to give me head like it was their damn honor, but she was more enthused than all of them combined. Whenever I was in the mood to fuck a woman in the ass, I paid for that, because no woman wanted my big dick at their back entrance unless they were being paid a fortune to tolerate it.
But based on the way she wanted me, she might do it for free.
I tugged my sweatpants and boxers down so my dick was free then helped her get her jeans and panties off. Piece by piece, everything came off, and then it was just us together, skin to skin, heat against heat.
She lifted herself and pointed me at her entrance.
I grabbed her hips and steadied her when I felt the warmth of her soft folds directly against my skin. “Slow down, sweetheart.” As much as I wanted to fuck her without a condom, that simply wasn’t possible for us. I hadn’t gone bareback with a woman in ten years. I’d forgotten how good it was…until the head of my dick grazed her entrance.
I pulled a wrapper from the pocket of my sweatpants then rolled the condom down to my base, leaving plenty of room at the tip because she always made me come hard. I guided her back onto me and pulled her down, sealing my head in the tight entrance before I tugged her down, forcing my way into her tightness the way Alexander the Great forced his way into Persia. My hands gripped her ass, and I brought her farther down, stopping when I felt the limit. I couldn’t fit fully inside her, but I couldn’t recall a time I could fit fully inside any woman. Being well-endowed made it easy to bring a woman to a climax, but I wished I could pound into a woman until I was balls deep.
Her breathing picked up, and she planted her palms against my chest to balance herself. There was a wince in her expression and a crack in her voice when she slid as far as she could go, feeling the pain of my intrusion but not asking me to stop. Her nails clawed into me slightly, like a cat about to take a deadly swipe in a fight.
Against the back of the couch, I looked at the petite woman on my lap, the sexy little thing who knew how to fuck. Why her husband wanted to fuck other women besides her was beyond me. My hands squeezed the perfect ass I wanted to take a bite out of, and I slowly lifted her up, bringing her back to my head before lowering her down again. One of my arms was almost the size of her head, and I lifted tractor tires as part of my workout, so Astrid was like a five-pound dumbbell in comparison. I lifted her up again, my fingers sprawled out across her ass cheeks, sliding in and out of her tightness.
Her hands were planted against my chest for support as she rose up and down, rolling her hips at the end to catch my length nice and deep. Confidence and desire burned in her eyes like my fireplace in the midst of winter, her voice crackling as she consumed the log between her legs. Her breaths grew deeper as she continued to move, more enthused but also tired from lifting herself up so high and never letting herself rest on her way down—otherwise, my dick would hurt too much.
I started to do more of the work and lifted her with my arms, not that I minded. Having her little body on top of my mine, squeezing my fat dick into her little channel, was damn sexy. Soon, we were both flushed red with arousal, her breaths shaky, my nostrils flared, the pleasure so good it made us both tighten.
I knew she was almost there. I’d fucked her enough times to notice all her tells. The way she bit her bottom lip more and more. The way her nipples hardened even though the temperature of the room rose to a sweltering heat. We moved harder and faster together, and my cock was anxious to fill the tip of the condom, but damn, what I wouldn’t give to fill her little pussy with everything I had, to make myself at home in another man’s palace.
Just when the fire spiked in my veins, her nails started to drag across my chest, and she squeezed me with the strength of a boa constrictor, gripping my dick harder than a man’s handshake. There were tears and whimpers, marks on my skin from her scratches, echoes of her pleasure bouncing off all of my walls.
I couldn’t take it anymore. Her natural sultriness, the deep curve in her back, the way she loved it when my dick hurt. She’d been all over me the moment she’d walked in the door—and now her cream was all over me too. I could feel it building up on my balls. I tugged her up and down harder, my breaths elevated in a heated frenzy.
“Fuck, your dick is even bigger.”
I didn’t need another reason to come, but she gave me a reason to come harder. I gripped her and forced her down onto my length, ignoring the hiss of pain from between her clenched teeth. My cock twitched and throbbed as it filled the condom that caught my seed, but I pretended it wasn’t there, that it was just me and her.
Our dirty plates from dinner were in the other room behind the closed door. I’d sent off a text to George a while ago to let him know he could come fetch it. Like a mouse, he moved in and out without making a sound.
The curtains were still open, and rain splattered the window, the little drops like music in the quiet room. I lay in bed with Astrid, her beautiful body naked beside mine under the sheets. Her bag was on the armchair in the corner.
Her eye makeup was smeared from the various rendezvous that had taken place from the study to the bedroom, and even though she would probably be mortified if she knew how she looked, there was something about it that I liked. Maybe because I was the reason the black color bled down her face…because of the tears.
I liked her without makeup too, first thing in the morning after she woke up. Her eyes looked different when they were well-rested. They had a different kind of shine to them, like the morning light on a summer day.
All those thoughts swirled through my head as I stared at her.
Her eyes gently flicked back and forth between mine as she absorbed my stare the way a cat absorbed the sun. “Can I ask you something?”