Color My Heart: A Red Hot Summer story. by Red Garnier Page B

primal, sound rumbled up his throat when she began to ride him. She clutched him and screwed herself down on him hard, her urgency evident in the sharp tips of her nails digging into his shoulders and her throaty moans and gasps. Her breasts were small, nipples pointy and quivery as she bounced over his cock, her small frame jolting at each impact.
    Her whimpers filled the dense sex-tinged air around them. “Please, yes, yes !”
    Hell yes, baby. Billy pitched his hips forward and met her thrusts, hammering her with his cock again and again. He moved his hands from her thighs to curve tightly around her ass cheeks and gained leverage to push in deeper, fuck her harder, bury himself up to the balls. He’d never fucked anyone so fast, so damned hard. It was as if he knew all she needed was a good quick fuck, and that was just what he was giving her.
    When he drew back to gaze down at her, fresh tears stained her cheeks. Her eyes were pressed so tightly shut her pretty features looked slightly distorted.
    Billy had an eerie sensation of not being in the room with her.
    He got the distinct impression that those helpless whimpers tearing out of her at each thrust were meant for someone else. Not for him.
    And he would not have it.
    “Open your eyes, sweetheart,” he said raggedly. “Open your eyes and look at me.”
    She did. Their gazes locked—hers damp and hazy, his hot as fire.
    And he brushed her trembling lips with his own, and whispered, “Say Billy, baby.”
    He lengthened his thrusts and dug his fingers into the flesh of her ass. His cock was hard as a steel rod and she was so tight he found himself gritting his teeth to keep from coming. “Say my name just this once,” he urged.
    She moaned in protest, as if it would be painful to say.
    He nuzzled her face with his as his breath tore out of him in hot, haggard pants.
    “Come on, don’t be shy. I’m inside you. I know what you smell like, what your pussy feels like… Say Billy for me.”
    “Billy.” It was just a breath, but once out, it returned with more force. “Oh, yes, Billy.”
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    His balls throbbed, hardened like rocks from the sound of his name on her lips. He grunted, then groaned and quickened his pace, pushing against her slick grip, glorying at the fierce ripples of her pussy around his cock. “You’re so tight, so fucking soaked.”
    And so soft in his arms.
    He breathed her in with each strained breath, and her soapy, flowery scent intensified his need. She licked a path up his neck and traced a thickened, pulsing vein up to his jaw.
    Her mouth felt as scorching as her pussy, and when he captured it, it was to ravage her with a violent kiss she reciprocated in kind.
    Undone by lust, Billy threw his head back and roared, pounding her one, two, three more times. He felt the contractions in her pussy, the long, heavy ripples of orgasm that ran across her body, and with one more stroke, he followed her.
    “ Fuck !” Reckless, uncontrollable shudders shook him to the core. And he rode it.
    Rode his orgasm. Pumping inside her with gradually decreasing jabs. Holding her as tight to him as possible.
    Minutes later they remained locked together and struggled to catch their breaths. It took a moment for Billy’s mind to clear, but once it did, he had no idea what to do next.
    He didn’t remember ever being in such an awkward situation before. It seemed as though neither of them wanted to be the first to pull away. Moving meant they’d have to look into each other’s eyes and face the reality of what they’d just done. And what had they done?
    He didn’t even know her name. He’d been called a bastard on occasion, but he wasn’t completely without scruples.
    His cock was semi-hard inside her and his chest heaved against hers. He smoothed a hand down her back and felt the rounded knots of her spine as he pressed a kiss to her temple. “Better now?” he thought to ask.
    She made a sound against his