Gezza leaned over Mia on his mattress, his springs creaking, his jeans undone and his erection pounding.
She was lying crumpled under his weight, crop top crammed above the breasts, lacy bra lost, skirt pulled to the hips, panties jumbled at her ankles.
The blonde of her hair spread over the pillow, the blue of her eyes gleaming with hunger induced by Playbook, her lips parted and her breath fast. Sweat-covered body,
She is pleading to be punished. Let's see her take it. His smile was sordid, heart racing, ribs sore with bruising.
Then he laid hold on her hips, sinking fingers in tender flesh, and drew her to him, sinking the mattress.
Her eyes were fixed and her stare was flirting. He bent forward, his lips crashed together, tongue thrust, her mouth was warm and slick, a moaning sound was vibrating against his mouth. Goddamn.
His hands slipped down to her thighs and over, and her warmth was already wet.
He had positioned himself, his erection rubbing up and down her entrance, her hips shaking up to him.
He drove in, slowly and deeply, and her walls constricted, and a gasp of pain flew out of her lips. Fuck, she feels good.
His hips swived along that the bed was squirming, her legs clung round his hips, the heels pushing into the lower part of his back.
The nails of her tore through his shoulder, and her groin flared.
"Keep it quiet, girl." He warned,
But her moaning increased in volume, pitch, her breasts jerking with every thrust, her nipples rubbing his chest.
His fingers clenched above her head, he pinned her wrists there, and her body arched, and drove deeper into him.
His strokes were now faster, and her wetness covered him, her air heavy with sweat and labored gasps, the dim lamp in the basement flickering.
He drew away, her whine fierce, and rolled her on her back, her knees sinking in the mattress.
"Am not done yet. "He caught her hips and hoisted them upwards, her ass high, skirt clumped in at her waist. Her curtain-like hair cascaded forward over her face, her hands gripping the bedclothes, her knuckles whitening.
He pushed in behind, even more, her walls clutched him, and there was a muffled moan muffled by the pillow. "YesssSs.
Take it, Mia. His hands padded to her waist, bruising his fingers, his hips banging, the bed creaking more, the springs straining.
With every thrust her ass jiggled, her moans were sharper, her head was tossing, hair clinging to her sweaty neck.
She pushed back, rubbing against him, he felt her rhythm and her voice was a desperate purr. She's loving this.
He bent over, body against her, tongue catching her ear, and his breath was burning.
His hand reached down and touched one of the breasts, his thumb rubbing her nipple, her form had shaken, a scream had been choked off by the pillow. "AHhHhh."
"Quiet, or Ma'll hear." His strokes were less vigorous, coquetish, her hips jerking to get him quicker. his lubriciousness scalding. I'm in control.
He drew away, and her scream brought him back with frustration, and rolled her on his lap.
She sat on him, her legs powerful, her hands on his shoulders.
With her breasts bobbing she lowered herself, and he was inside her, and her walls were tight, and she was dripping. Fuck.
She was riding him, grinding hips,
slowly, then rapidly, moaning, throwing her head back, her blonde hair waving. "I love... You Gezza" she moaned.
His fingers wrapped around her ass, leading her, fingers digging deep into soft mass, her body pounding her step unchanging, the bed moaning. "I love you too."
Her pulled her hair, her head jerked back.
Her eyes were opening and closing, blue eyes cloudy, lips open with a pant.
His heart pounded, Gezza felt his erection aching, pleasure piercing. She's killing me.
His face rubbed her breasts sucking a nipple and his tongue swirling, her moan escalating, her hips grinding together.
His fingers wandered her body, one hand on the other breast, the other on her clit and rubbing her, her body jerking, her body moistening his hand.
His neck was tearing with the nails of her hands and she was leaving red striations behind, her thighs shaken, her rhythm broken, and she was gagging, near the verge.
He picked her up, with a sharp whine, and thrust her over on her back, her knees up.
Time to up the game. He opened her thighs and his fingers are teasing her entrance, wet and willing then moving back to go round her closer hole.
Her eyes were opening and a bundle of nerves and lust, her breathing catching.
She's game. He slipped his finger in, gradually, and her body tightened then slackened, with a moan.
He spit on his hand, lubricating himself and thrust his erection between her ass, pushing it in, her walls tight and holding him. Fuckin tighter.
Her breath was quick and her hands seemed to squeeze the sheets with the knuckles white, and her body curled.
And slowly he thrust, she closed her ass, and her moans were smothered by biting her lip.
His fingers slipped into her pussy two of them inside, curling, feeling her slick walls, and his other hand rubbed her breast, his thumb going round her nipple. All mine.
He bent, lips touching her armpit, tongue gliding over the smooth salty skin and she felt like trembling, a whimpering sound came out. The odor of her sweat and a touch of vanilla made his head turn. Goddamn, she's perfect.
His strokes were still stronger, his bang pace unwavering, his fingers in her pussy twisted more, her walls throbbed, her breast trembling to his palm.
The moaning of Mia increased, a hand over her mouth and stifled a scream, her thigh trembling, and her body rolling with his strokes and fingers. She's close again.
His tongue ran in and out of her armpit, her shudder was more painful, her walls straining his fingers, wet. His penis ached, his tensions rose, his control lost. Fuck, can't hold it.
His chest was chilled, and the pulse of the Playbook was faint in his bag, but his sleaze smothered it, and hips were pounding more, her ass was holding him, and her pussy was throbbing with his fingers.
She came and her body jerked, her hand was torn by a muffled scream and her walls closed in his fingers and slickness poured down and her thighs trembled and her eyes rolled back. That's it, girl.
Gezza withdrew, his penis wet, and sat on her breasts, his fingers tangled in her hair, the blonde hair. Open, he growled, and his voice was harsh and his heart was racing.
She did so and her lips parted and her eyes were blue and her tongue flicked out. Her lips took him in, and her tongue turned and sucked him. He gasped. His hips were moving, his thighs in her hands, nails in, his pleasure stinging, no withholding.
He moaned, loud, his climax smiting in, a white-hot charge, pouring out into her mouth, her throat rippling as she swallowed, her moans suppressed, shivering through him.
His body shuddered, his knees collapsed and he fell next to her and the mattress squeaked, the sheets were wet with sweat.
"Goddamn, Mia." His chest strained and the ribs ached, his erection was going dead, and her taste lingered in his skin.
She was panting and with matted hair, and crop top and skirt a messed and matted thing, and lips slick and blue eyes fluttering, and not full.
Gezza smiled to herself smugly, with her hand on her thigh, her skin hot. But she wanted more...