Page 115 of No Strings

“Rhys…” She trails off.

“I wanted a part of you with me, always.”

Tears glisten her eyes. “What if I had said no?”

“Then I’d have something to remind me of you.” I hold her hand on my chest, allowing her to feel how my heart beats, for her.

And then she throws herself at me. I catch her and lift her up by her ass, wrapping her legs around my waist.

I push her up against a wall, and grind my firm cock into her pussy. She moans, and that’s damn music to my ears. So, I do it again, her nails bite into the bare skin of my back. I groan, and she smiles into our kiss.

I try to find my way to her room, as she tries to undo the zip of her dress, fumbling with the thing. So, I fist either side of the dress and rip it open.

“No bra?”

“Didn’t see the point.” Her pupils somehow eat up more of the blue in her eyes. I’m sure she’s remembering what happened last time she uttered those words, because I know I am.

I claim her mouth, kissing her in a desperate manner. Her nipples turn into points as they brush against my chest. Fuck this. I need her. Now.

With her legs tightly wrapped around me I move one of my hands to undo my pants, freeing my dick. I can’t help the sigh that leaves me when it’s free. A bead of precum rolls from the tip of my cock and down the shaft. She breaks our kiss, and without hesitation, she slightly raises from where she is, shifts her underwear to the side and then slams herself onto my waiting cock.

She screams out in ecstasy as I feel her stretch around my length, taking all of me to the hilt. I push her harder upagainst the wall, then move her legs so they are draped over my forearms, going deeper.

“Fuck Princess, I’ve missed your cunt.” Her pussy clenches around me. “You like my dirty words?”

A breathyyesescapes her lips.

My hands hold just below her ribs, keeping her up against the wall as I pound into her.

Her nails are digging into my upper arm, and I welcome the pain because it means this is real. This is happening.

She’s moaning and writhing in my hands. “Rhys, I, oh God.”

Her legs start to shake as her orgasm nears. “Who Princess?”

“You, Rhys. Fuck. Rhys.”

“That’s right. You say my name. I’m the one that will answer your prayers.”

I continue to roll my hips, getting in as deep as is humanly possible.

“Come, Princess. Remind me who I belong to.”

I thrust up into her, once, twice, and on the third, her pussy is choking my cock, restricting me from moving more than a mere few centimetres. Her toes are curled, and she’s arching her back. Her cum gushes from her, sliding down the length of my cock and coating my balls.

“That was one.”

She doesn’t reply, just nestles into my hold; my cock still lodged in her pussy, and I finally find her room.

I slowly lower her to her bed, making sure my dick stays where it is, and I start to move again in slow measured thrusts, while reclaiming her mouth in a deep kiss.

The next time she is coming, I’m right there with her. I don’t pull out like every other time before; now that she’smine, I will fuck her and fill her with my cum the way I want.

I pepper her face with kisses; she giggles and holds my face so she can kiss me. I move off her and lay next to her, pulling her into me. Her head rests on my shoulder as she traces the new addition to my tattoos.

“I can’t believe you got this.”

“Believe it.”