The Spare Girl [M/F/F]

Chapter 47

"What the actual f**k?" I smacked at his hands, but I was met by resistance as I could get my arm to reach that far with my legs up in the air.

He pushed harder on my thighs until I was folded in two, my p***y opening up more. I let out a large gasp that I was more than embarrassed about. The small noise that came after was like that of a small animal being stepped out. I slapped my hand over my mouth. It was too late to push the sound back in. It was already out.

Nate pressed his body down against me. I could feel his hard c**k brush against my ass. My t**s jiggled as my chest heaved. My knees were squashed against them, n*****s extremely hard and aching as they brushed against my knee caps. 

"Are you always like this?" He asked. He lowered his head so that his nose just grazed mine. "You're aching to be f****d like a w***e, but you're playing hard to get."

This was so not what I'd signed up for. 

I grabbed onto his forearms, using them as leverage as I tried to keep myself steady. It was hard to do when I was being folded like a pretzel and I could hardly breathe. Everything was making it so that i couldn't move. He had me where he could simply pull his c**k out and f**k right into my wet hole. I took a shaky breath. 

"I'm not a whore." 

He raised a brow.

God. This wasn't Nate. This was some animal that had taken over his body. Where had that sweet guy from the club gone to?

And like a switch had been flipped, he pulled back. He kept one of my legs hoisted up with his left hand. My right fell down to his side still splayed open so that he had full access. I kept my hands on his arms as best as I could, but he wiggled his way out of my left. With his now free arm, he pulled out his thick c**k once more.

His face was pulled into the darkest of smirks I'd ever seen in my life. Amelia might have been practicing her entire life, but Nate had her beat when it came to smoldering. Where I knew I would have laughed if this were someone else, he just pulled it off. He kept this for special occasions, using it like a secret weapon no doubt.

It made me wonder what exactly had gone wrong with the last girl. How could she have given up on him? On them? What had transpired to make her leave?

Those questions disappeared the moment Nate pressed the tip of his dripping hot c**k against my aching c**t. I let out a huff of air that was an almost gasp. 

"That's it. Fuck." Nate groaned as he f****d against my dripping cunt. He thrust between my p***y lips. A wet sound could be heard as he began f*****g between my legs, pressing slightly against my hole.

Each slide of his pulsing c**k sent an electric shock up my body. My hand slipped from his arm. I dropped my head against the floor, moaning as he continued to f**k through my juices. Gazing up at the ceiling, I tried to picture what it looked like. Or how he felt. The wet heat must feel as amazing as it did for me. And the ache that I felt within me made me want him to throw caution to the wind. I wanted him to just f**k me. Put his c**k inside me and just use me like I was only a c**k sleeve.

I jerked my head up, biting my lip. Without thinking, I went to place my finger on my c**t. The friction from the head of his c**k was amazing, but I needed something harder. He pressed the slit of his head against my hard nub. I made a sound in the back of my throat and tried to pull my leg out of his hand. He was stronger than me. Instead, he pushed back and laid down on me. He f****d harder, slamming his hips against mine. A nasty slap of skin and against skin echoed in the room. A squelch came from my p***y and his d**k riding against me. 

My c**t was beyond engorged and pulsing for release. I fought against him, trying to get some leverage, but he kept pushing me down. When my hand finally made it between us, I moaned fully out loud as I began massaging my c**t. I tipped my head back. Nate f****d once more against me. His c**k rubbed against my hand, completely missing my c**t. 

"Ah!" I screamed as the head of his c**k pressed against the opening of my hole. The sharp pain was a shock.

"f**k, that's tight." He grabbed my shoulder, holding me down. He let go of my leg and pulled my hand away. "Let me see you. Let me see that tight hole of yours."

I shook my head from side to side. The white-hot fire in my gut was beginning to get painful. I wanted it gone. I wanted to feel that high and get it over with. 

But he was too far gone in his own pleasure. He rocked his hips slowly. His thrusts staggered until they were just sharp workings of his thighs rubbed the underside of his head against my p***y lips. Then, he pulled away completely.

I heaved as he stood up from me, leaving me in a heap on the floor. Soaking wet and too tired to move, I laid there like a used c*m rag. Dirty and f****d up thoughts went through my head. His eyes roamed over me like a hundred hands. I wanted him to go back to being on top of me. I didn't care if he called me names or f****d me like I was a lifeless s*x doll. I wanted this burning feeling to go away.

He bent over and gently kissed me on the mouth. His tongue slipped into my willing mouth, working over my own tongue and to the back of my throat. I let him kiss and lick my mouth, basking in the faint glow of what we'd just done. It wasn't enough. I hadn't c*m yet and I was just on the edge.