Page 187 of House of Cards

Selfish. Animalistic.

Each driven by savage lust to an invisible finish line.

We both win.

Zoey moans into our kiss, body twitching in my arms as she comes. I only just feel her pussy shuddering around my cock, turning even slicker as she gushes around me, and then I’memptying inside her with a strained groan that sounds more animal than human.

My teeth score over her shoulder, jaw clenching. Just hard enough to bruise without drawing blood. She gasps, trembling, grabbing the back of my head to force my teeth harder against her.

I oblige, but I still don’t break the skin.

I push deeper and deeper inside her, my cum and her arousal churning into a thick, creamy lube that coats my cock and her pussy with every fierce thrust.

“Christ,” I mutter, wrenching her ass cheeks apart so I can witness the mess we’ve made of each other. So I can watch my still-hard, cum-coated cock sink into her pussy. “Your cunt was made for me.”

There’s reverence in my voice, perhaps even awe.

“Don’t stop,” Zoey chokes out. “Please, God, don’t fucking stop.”

Her body is still trembling as she pushes up her thigh, and it’s my utter fucking pleasure to watch as she rubs her clit.

My cock is still inside her, but I’m spent. She scoops up my cum with a finger, smears it over herself, and starts strumming wildly, eyes closed and hips rocking. Nearly pulling free of my dick until I grab her hip and force her hard against my body, burrowing my cock deeper inside her before it can soften.

I gather up some cum too, and swipe it over her asshole, pressing my thumb hard against that tight hole.

“Oh, fuck, fuck!” Zoey whimpers, her movements speeding up, her hips desperately trying to rock against me. But I’m determined to stay inside her, to feel her pussy walls tighten and spasm again.

“Look at me when you come.”

Her eyes flutter open, and she groans as I push my thumb into her asshole. I pump it, slowly at first, then faster as she rubs furiously at her clit.

“Smith, fuck, I’m gonna—“ She breaks off with a pained moan, mouth falling open and body arching off the bed as she comes again.

There’s a hot, wet rush around my dick that soaks my leg, the sheets, even the fucking mattress. Holding her down so I can fuck her asshole feels like holding onto a hooked fish. But the moment I bear down on her, crushing my mouth against hers, she goes limp against me.

She can barely kiss me back—panting, heaving, mumbling nonsense words—but I keep at it, massaging her lips with mine, tongue slipping between her teeth to urge her to come back down to earth.

And she does.

Slowly.

Almost reluctantly.

Which is when I should’ve pulled away. Gotten up.Left.

But I don’t.

Because I can’t.

I stay there, pinning her with the top half of my body as our legs remained entwined. My cock miraculously still nestled inside her, feeling every twitch her pussy makes in the afterglow of her orgasm.

Kissing her, roughly demanding at first.

Then slow.

So deliciously fucking slow.

Tasting her. Consuming her.