Resist Me(3)By: Chelle Bliss
“Not even going to take your shirt off?” I asked, staring at his cock. Then I forced myself to look at his face.
“You didn’t.” He pointed to me with a shitty smirk.
I didn’t even care. All I’d wanted was his mouth on my pussy and the orgasm that had been just out of reach during the trip to Daytona. “I’ll fix that. You, off the bed and totally naked,” I commanded, pulling my tank top over my head.
After grabbing the back of his collar, he pulled it over his head, exposing his washboard abs. Fuck. He was a sight. Then he crawled up the bed, his cock swaying and a shitty-ass grin on his face.
“I know you want it. You need my dick more than you’ll ever admit, Izzy. No one makes you come like I do,” he whispered in my ear as he rubbed his hard length against me. “You want it?”
“If you think you’re man enough to give it,” I challenged. I loved when Flash felt like he needed to prove himself. He worked harder at it, fucked me better, and outdid himself each time.
“I’m busting that shit, Izzy. I’ll show you how a real man fucks.” He stood on top of the bed, pulling me up by the hips. “Ass up, princess,” he said as he smacked my other cheek.
I giggled into the comforter. Dipping my stomach toward the bed, I pushed my ass in the air, wiggling it.
“Don’t move,” he said as he landed another blow to my already stinging flesh.
My laughter became uncontrollable as I buried my face deeper into the blankets, trying not to hurt his pride. Flash was hot. But controlling? Not one bit. I’d let him play the part for the pleasure of feeling his cock in me.
He pushed into me in one quick thrust. His fingers dug into my hips as he pounded me. I moaned each time the head of his cock stroked my G-spot. I fisted the sheets, closing my eyes, and tried to remember to breathe. His body bounced off mine, slamming into me to the hilt before he withdrew. As our bodies collided, my ability to keep my upper body in place began to slip. I reached back, wrapping my hands around his ankles, holding our bodies together.
He rested his palm against my lower back and placed his finger against the one hole I’d never given him. I opened my eyes, looking behind me. He towered over me with a hand on my hip, his abs clenching and relaxing, and a trail of spit falling from his lips. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to get my body to relax as he rubbed the saliva against my flesh.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he pulled out his cock and pushed his thumb inside my ass.
I whimpered, wanting the feel of his cock as I dug my fingernails into his ankles. He rammed his cock into me, filling me in both holes. Pleasure shot through my body as he worked one in and the other out. Moving out of sync and in absolute fucking perfection.
“Who’s fucking you, Izzy? I want to hear you scream my name.” He stilled.
I mumbled, not able to form words.
His thumb dug deeper, pulling upward, hooking me. “What’s my name?” he growled, taking out his cock.
“Flash. Fucking Flash,” I answered in one quick breath, burying my face in the comforter.
He pummeled me, his balls slapping against my clit, the curved shaft stroking my G-spot, his thumb caressing my ass. The second orgasm tore through me without warning as I chanted his name.
I lay there panting as the world came back into focus. My grip slipped from his ankles as I became putty in his hands. Flash picked up the pace, slamming into me a couple of times before resting his chest against my back and twitching. He gasped behind me, trying to catch his breath. Our bodies were stuck together by sweat-soaked flesh.
“Fuck, darlin’. I’ve missed ya,” he panted in my ear as his cock slipped out.
“I missed your cock, Flash.” I chuckled, earning me a swift smack on the ass. I started to crawl off the bed, ready to hit the town and get out of this shithole of a room.
Flash grabbed my foot. “Where are you slithering off to?” he asked as he pulled me against his body.
“I wanna shower and go out. I’m ready for a little fun.” I sighed.
“Just lie here for a minute. I’m tired and I want to hold you.” He jerked me back, holding me tighter to his chest, and nuzzled his face in my neck.
I relaxed against him. He did feel really good, but I wasn’t here to snuggle. Flash and I had never had that type of relationship.
“You want more pussy this weekend? If you do, you’ll rest while I shower and take my ass out. Understand what I’m saying?” I looked at him, seeing only his eyes as he bit down on my shoulder.
He released me, pushing me off the bed. “What the fuck ya waiting for? Go shower, wench.”