Garden of Sins

I frantically tear open my belt and my knuckles graze her center, which elicits a shaky sound from her. I growl at her mouth and kiss her deeper.

I think she is so turned on under me she is melting and I know exactly how she feels. I’ve never been in such a hurry to fuck a chick as I am right now. It’s like I’ve had to wait a lifetime and I’m about to burst.

Finally, I yank down the zipper and I push down my black jeans. She pushes herself demandingly towards me. I can’t stand it for a second longer and push into her with one thrust until it stops.

We both moan and desire drags me along completely, overwhelms me, makes my heart race.

“Fuck,” I whisper and press my mouth against hers again as I start to move. Her fingernails scratch my back and I rip her dress down the front and knead her perfect breasts.

I let go of everything. Let it all go. There’s only her, her body, her sounds, her taste.

Fuck, what’s happening?

She arches her back and claws deep into my skin. Roughly, I stroke my hand down her body, grab her thigh, dig my fingers into it, and push her leg further to the side. She pants, moans, and whimpers.

Oh, fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck!

With a jerk, I grab her hips with both hands and pull myself back onto my knees so that I’m upright between her legs.

My thrusts are hard and unyielding and I lift her towards me. She is so small, so perfect.

My head falls back as the pleasure flows wildly through my bloodstream and she noticeably shudders. Her hands claw my arms and she pulls herself up by them so that I sink back down onto my heels and she is on top of me. With one hand, I grab her neck, the other, I press against her ass.

She repeatedly moans against my lips and every single moan, makes me tremble. Then I feel her contracting around me, her fingernails clawing my neck.

Her orgasm is so intense around my cock I can hardly hold myself back. Forcefully, I breathe through my nose and draw my eyebrows together.

FUCK!

She bites my lip as her body contracts and her breathing falters.

Passion courses so violently through me that I can’t stand it anymore and slam her back onto the mattress. With one hand, I support myself next to her head, and with the other, I barely manage to pull myself out and come on her stomach, my head sinking between my shoulders. A rough groan rolls over my lips as my whole body shudders. I have never come so damned hard in my life.

“Fuck!” I utter from between clenched teeth, feeling the muscles in my arms twitch, feeling how lust floods me and carries me away, feeling like I am flying for a few seconds...and then hitting the ground hard as the orgasm subsides.

Breathless, I sink next to her on the mattress and pull up my pants. My heart races violently in my chest. It pounds in my ears and my head feels like it is wrapped in wool.

I look at her. She stares, breathing heavily, at the yellowed, cracked ceiling.

I can only stare at her as she lies next to me in the moonlight and she turns her head toward me as well.

When our eyes meet me, something strange happens. Her gaze deepens.

She smiles. “Do you want to stay here tonight?” she asks softly, as if she knows I am restless, but she has no idea how much I really am.

I swallow. “If you fuck me like that again.” Because that’s what it’s all about. It’s just about fucking, isn’t it?

She sits up and opens the dress at her waist before pulling it over her head and sinking back down next to me in her black underwear. She looks like a black angel twitches through my head.

Then she pulls the blanket over us. “Of course,” she mumbles seductively and I look up again.

“What’s your name?” I ask and notice how a pleasant tiredness spreads through me even though I still want to fuck. I mean, I have to take advantage of what I have next to me here.

“Guess,” she whispers.

“Just tell me,” I mutter sluggishly but I no longer can hear her answer.