Chapter 182
**Sara**
Tom's eyes were locked on me, hunger evident in how he looked at my body. I leaned back, spreading my legs wide, letting him see everything I had to offer. My fingers danced over my slick folds, teasing myself and him both.
"Enjoying the view?" I asked, my voice sultry as I slid one finger inside, a soft moan escaping my lips. The lust in his eyes darkened, his cock twitching in response.
"You have no idea," he growled, moving closer but keeping his eyes glued to the sight of me touching myself. I curled my finger, gasping as I brushed against my G-spot before adding another finger. My other hand moved to my breast, tweaking my nipple until it was a hard, aching point.
"Fuck, you look amazing," he breathed out.
I arched my back, pushing my hips up, giving him an even better view as I thrust my fingers deeper.
"Mmm, Tom, you like watching, don't you?" I husked out, my eyes half-closed in pleasure. He couldn't tear his gaze away, his breath quickening with every thrust of my fingers.
"Hell yes," he said, his voice hoarse with desire as he stroked his cock, matching my rhythm.
I spread my pussy lips with my free hand, showing him everything, teasing him even as I pleasured myself. "Then come here and fuck me already," I demanded.
He didn't need to be told twice. Tom positioned himself between my legs, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head in one swift, powerful move. His mouth crashed down on mine, the kiss bruising and possessive. I bit his lip, earning a low, throaty growl.
"Don't think you're calling the shots," he murmured against my lips, his cock teasing my entrance. "I'm in control now."
I arched up, trying to impale myself on him, but he held back, just barely nudging inside. The tease was maddening, a firestorm building inside me. "Is that so?" I challenged, clenching my pussy around the tip, trying to pull him in.
"Yes," he said, his voice a determined whisper before he surged forward, filling me in one swift, hard thrust. The sensation hit like a lightning bolt, pleasure mingling with the fierce stretch of him inside me.
"Fuck, yes," I cried out, legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper. His body pressed me into the mattress, a relentless rhythm setting as he pounded into me, driving me closer to the brink with every powerful stroke.
"Fuck, Sara, you're so tight," he groaned, his pace quickening. My nails dug into his shoulders, clenching with every thrust. His cock slid in and out, brushing against that perfect spot that sent jolts of ecstasy through me.
"Harder, Tom," I panted. "Don't hold back." My pussy clenched around him, begging for more.
He complied, each thrust growing more forceful and raw as he pinned my wrists, rendering me helpless beneath him. The bed creaked in protest as he fucked me harder, the sound mixing with our gasps and moans.
"Goddamn, you're incredible," he muttered, eyes burning with lust and possessiveness.
"Is that all you've got?" I taunted, breathless, yet craving more, always more. His answering grin was feral, and he shifted, driving even deeper, the angle changing to amplify the pleasure. I screamed his name, unable to hold back, the words shredded by the intensity of sensation barreling through me.
Tom's bite on my neck, sharp and claiming, sent another wave crashing over me. My vision blurred, my world centering only on where our bodies connected, on the slick, frantic rhythm. His cock slammed into my pussy, driving me higher, faster.
I arched my back, pushing against him, needing more of the fierce intensity that he offered.
"Fuck, Sara," he groaned, his grip tightening on my wrists. My own moans mixed with his, the room filled with nothing but the sound of our bodies colliding and the panting cries of pleasure.
Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, he pulled out, leaving me gasping and empty. "Turn over," he growled.
My entire body ached with the loss of him, but I complied, rolling onto all fours, presenting my ass to him. The cool air brushed against my drenched pussy, a sharp contrast to the warmth emanating from my body. With a firm hand, Tom gripped my hips, positioning himself behind me.
"Ready for more, babe?" he asked with dark humor.
"Always," I panted, wiggling my ass enticingly. "Fuck me harder."
He didn't disappoint. He plunged back into my pussy, his cock filling me with one hard thrust. A scream tore from my lips, a mixture of pleasure and pain as he set a brutal pace. The slap of his hips against my ass echoed in the room, my moans becoming more desperate with each drive.
"You're perfect," Tom rasped, his fingers digging into my hips, holding me in place. His thrusts grew frenzied, each one slamming into my G-spot, making shockwaves of pleasure surge through my body.
I pushed back against him, matching his rhythm, lost in the all-consuming pleasure. My fingers gripped the sheets, knuckles white, as I met each of his thrusts with an eager cry. "Harder, Tom! Don't fucking stop!"
His hand reached around, fingers finding my clit and rubbing in tight circles. I gasped, the added stimulation sending me hurtling toward another orgasm. My pussy clenched around his cock, the sensation drawing a low groan from him.
"You feeling that? Huh?" His voice was rough, almost taunting, as he continued to work my clit while fucking me mercilessly.
"Yes! Fuck, yes!" I cried out, my body trembling with the intensity of it all. My vision blurred, stars exploding behind my eyes as I tumbled over the edge, my orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave.
Tom didn't slow down, riding out my orgasm with relentless thrusts. "Good girl," he murmured, sparking a fresh jolt of arousal. "Take it all."
My legs shook, barely able to hold me up as he continued to pound into me. The pleasure was almost too much, but I craved it, wanted more of everything he could give.
With a growl, he pulled out again, leaving me gasping and bereft. Before I could protest, he flipped me onto my back, maneuvering me into a straddling position on top of him. "Your turn," he said, eyes dark with desire.
I wasted no time guiding his cock back inside me. The sensation of him filling me again was euphoric, and I began to ride him, setting a fast, frantic rhythm. His hands came up to grip my breasts, thumbs teasing my hard nipples as I bounced on his cock.
"Fuck, you're perfect," he muttered, watching me with lustful eyes as I fucked him. His hands moved down to my hips, guiding my movements, pushing me to go faster, harder.
"Like this?" I teased breathlessly, swirling my hips, taking him as deep as I could. The angle hit my G-spot perfectly, making me gasp.
"Just like that," he groaned, squeezing my hips. "Fuck, you're so tight. So fucking good."
I threw my head back, lost in the maddening pleasure of riding him. My pussy stretched to accommodate his thickness, each thrust flooding me with surges of bliss.
"Touch yourself," he rasped. "I want to see you come again."
I obeyed, my fingers finding my clit and rubbing in furious circles. The dual sensation of my own touch and him deep inside me was overwhelming, pushing me closer, faster to the brink.
"Oh god, Tom," I moaned, feeling the tension coil tight in my belly. "I'm so close."
His grip on my hips tightened, his own thrusts meeting mine with desperate urgency. "Come for me, Sara. I want to feel you."
With a final, frantic rub of my clit, I shattered, my orgasm crashing over me with blinding intensity. My pussy clamped around his cock, milking him as I cried out, my whole body trembling with the force of it.
Tom's own release followed quickly, his hips bucking beneath me as he emptied into the condom with a guttural groan. I felt every pulse of his cock, each one like a spark setting off fireworks inside me.
As the waves of pleasure ebbed, I collapsed on top of him, both of us breathless, slick with sweat. His hands ran soothingly up and down my back, the gentle touch starkly contrasting the fierce passion we'd just shared.
"Fuck," I murmured into his chest, feeling boneless and spent but deeply satisfied. "That was... amazing."
"Yeah," Tom agreed, his voice still rough with the remnants of pleasure. "You're incredible."
I smiled against his skin, basking in the afterglow and the warmth of his body beneath mine. "I think we make a pretty good team."
"Definitely."
We lay there for a long moment, simply enjoying each other's presence, our breaths slowly returning to normal. The world outside seemed a million miles away, nothing but the soft cocoon of the bed and the steady beat of Tom's heart beneath my ear.
Eventually, he shifted, gently easing me off him and onto the bed. I protested weakly, already missing the contact, but he shushed me with a soft kiss.
"Just need to clean up," he said, slipping off the bed to dispose of the condom. I watched him, appreciating the play of muscle beneath his skin, the way his body moved with that easy grace.
When he returned, he slid into bed beside me, pulling me close. I snuggled into his side, feeling content and exhausted.
"You know," Tom said after a moment, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. "I think we should make these bets more often."
I laughed, feeling warm inside. "You're on, professor."
He grinned, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "You're something else."
I closed my eyes, feeling safe and happy and utterly spent. "And you're not too bad yourself."
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