Leaving Las Vegas
It seemed that a tacit agreement slipped into place between Faith and myself to leave behind the exchange of emotional hurts and self-flagellation that we'd engaged in. Not a typical after-sex practice, even for myself, but it seemed that there would never be avoiding the things that existed between me and Faith
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That would be my idea that I'd been saying in passing, not really thinking Wes would want to. Well, maybe later, at some point when we were both drunk or something, but not on a fucking plane while we're on the run!
But he just kept finger-fucking me and never letting my eyes go as we stared at each other in the mirror. God, I was gonna end up fucking begging him if I wasn't careful... when the fuck had he done this to me?
I kept pushing my ass backward, trying to get him fucking inside me, but he was all about the teasing... I glared at him in the mirror and he finally shoved his cock up in me - hard, just the way I'd wanted it, just the way I deserved it...
"God, Faith..."
"Shit! Oh, Wes, fu-- mmppphh....." My breathing was getting ragged and his hand covered my mouth. Guess there was a tiny bit of non-adventuresome Wes still in there, after all, but my lips were parted as I kept moaning into his hand, my tongue flicking out every now and then to lick off my juices dripping from his fingers.
Couldn't bring myself to tear my eyes away from the mirror, though... just watching him fuck me faster, my mouth smothered and my legs pressed painfully against the sink counter... something about it was just so fucking beautiful.
Don't know when his hand all wrapped in my hair got free, but it pulled me toward him, changing the angle of his cock until I was fucking whimpering against his hand, ready to come at any moment.
"We're... we're very bad... No condom again... Whatever... shall we do...?" he whispered in my ear and I stared at him in the mirror, trying to think of something, but my brain wasn't all with me at the moment. Didn't matter, cuz as soon as he whispered that in my ear, shoving his cock harder in me to punish me the way I'd done to him with knives and bits of glass, my eyes widened and a muffled scream escaped me as I clamped down hard on his cock, pulling him deeper in me.
His face in the mirror as he watched me come because of him was the scariest and sexiest thing I'd ever seen.
I moved my head from side to side until his hand let up on my mouth, sliding to my neck where he could've squeezed it if he wanted to... oh, shit, I wouldn't have minded that either, fuck, anything... I leaned my head back a little and managed an answer to his question.
"Fuck my ass."
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As her muscles spasmed around my cock, I nearly bit off my tongue holding back my own cry. I stilled my hard thrusts for a few seconds, letting Faith writhe against me, riding out the end of her climax. And the whole time, I watched, eyes fixed on her eyes, on her face, on the dripping wet join of our bodies.
Faith shook her head, loosening my hand from over her mouth. I felt her drag her tongue along my fingers as they pulled away, and her lips and chin shone with her own juices.
My hand rested lightly on her throat as she gasped out three words that nearly finished me right then.
"Fuck my ass."
She had to have felt the way I swelled inside her pussy. Nodding, I felt my control beginning to slip. We'd begun this fuck with me in complete posession of myself, and the sheer heat of Faith was threatening to undo me.
But it wasn't like I could stop.
Or wanted to.
My cock still buried in her, but unmoving, my fingers ran through the copious wetness of her folds, slicking them until they shone. Standing straight, I bent Faith forward as far as the confines of the restroom would allow, giving me a view of the dark, tight place that was my focus.
I gave her first a finger, slippery with her own lust, slowly and gently. Faith gasped as it passed into her, but she nodded, encouraging me to keep going. Bringing more of her wet against the tiny space, I slid a second finger into her, working her slowly until I felt her muscles begin to relax.
Finally, and with a sigh from us both, I withdrew my cock from her, sopping wet, and pressed the head against the small hole. I began to push.
Faith groaned with the struggle to take me. I groaned with the fight to resist burying myself to the hilt in one thrust. It was slow going, but at last, I was buried in the burning hot of her.
Then very slowly, I began to stroke in and out.
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But he nodded, and I knew I was done for.
He slicked up his fingers and slowly began working at my ass. My eyes shut for only a sec at the pressure, but I hadda open them up to watch his face. His fucking amazing expressions that were written everywhere as he slid a second finger in me, stretching me, hurting me... I was bent so far forward it was kinda hard to keep watching him, though. Each slow push of his fingers brought my whole body forward until my head kept hitting the mirror, and I didn't fucking care. I wanted it to hurt; I wanted him to be the one who did it.
When his cock left my body, I gave a quiet moan of protest, but then I felt it at my ass, pressing, pushing, and finally fucking filling me up until I couldn't move at all. Hurt so good, so good, and I was crying from the sheer pleasurepain of him in me.
I couldn't last like this, though. I'd come once already and I wanted him to come. So even though he started out fucking my ass with slow, lazy strokes, I said the one thing I figured would fucking send him over the edge.
"Need... your come... in my ass... now, Wes..."
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It was that same compulsion that had driven us both into my bed that first night-- this strange, seemingly inescapable need we both had to connect to the other. But it was charged with all the violence and anger and guilt and resentment we both had in ample supply. And all of it transformed itself into the incindiary fucking that we'd known so far.
As Faith's arse clenched almost painfully around my cock, I abandoned all hope of further insightful thought and surrendered to the sensation. I was still making slow thrusts into her, but between the mounting pressure in my abdomen, and the maddening sight of the line of Faith's spine disappearing under her shirt, it was getting more and more difficult to contain myself.
I looked up to see Faith's forehead pressed against the mirror. She moved slightly, and a fall of her hair moved, revealing her face, and my breath caught. Tears ran down her cheeks and her mouth was open, face in a frozen moment expression of hurt and lust. I almost felt guilty for how beautiful I found her in that heartbeat.
Almost.
Her voice sounded loud in the tiny chamber, though I knew it was barely above a whisper.
"Need... your come... in my ass... now, Wes..."
And with those words, she had it. My body siezed and shook, as I came in three or four great shudders, as I pulled her hips back against me hard. Panting, we both stayed almost still as the aftershocks passed through me.
Once my erection began to flag, I slowly withdrew myself, and I was busy for the next few minutes with the business of cleaning us both up. That done as well as possible without actually taking a shower, I helped a still-shaky Faith stand straight, pulling up and fastening her trousers for her.
A long, hot, but understandably not-too-energetic kiss followed, and then I sent Faith out of the restroom first. I turned back to the sink, splashing cold water on my face, then drying it off. I stared at the man in the mirror. What was it he thought he was doing? Just why was this girl so damned far under his skin and inside his head?
Without any good answers from either myself or him, I returned to my own seat beside Faith.
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