A/N: It's been a hot minute since I posted one of these, but here's another for the collection. This one's pretty vulgar, lol. It's also in present tense, so yay.
Jonesy has Nikki on her elbows and knees, throwing her ass back against him while he grips her hips.
He loves viewing her as he takes her from behind. Her wild, purple hair brushes against her shoulders and back. Her hands grip her dorm-room sheets for support. Her back curves, her muscles flex with every thrust. Her ass begs for his fingertips to sink into her skin.
Even more appealing are the sounds she makes when he pushes into her. So critical, so carnal, so content. Sometimes she mutters fuck; sometimes she moans without restraint. All of it is worth hearing.
His lips form a cocky grin as he listens to her moaning.
In a husky voice, he asks, "Who's your daddy?"
She breathily laughs. "Not you."
Though he can't see her face, he can hear her smirk. He knows she loves to toy with him.
He smacks her on the rear, getting a rise out of her. "What about now?"
Another laugh. "Still a no."
His palm hits her again, making her whimper. "I better be now."
Her voice drips with seduction as she taunts him. "Slap my ass again and I just might say it." He does as she wishes, making her cry out. "Ah."
"Aren't you forgetting something, baby?"
She plays coy. "Am I?"
"Yeah." He knows she's been teasing him—her specialty—briefly stringing him along so she can get what she wants. It's manipulative and mischievous and making him want to do some nasty things to her. "So if I'm not your daddy, then who am I? Who's beating it up right now, baby?" When he pops her on the ass again, he continues, "Huh? Who's beating that pussy up?"
She sighs. "You are, Casanova."
"Damn right. What's my name, Nik?"
"Jones."
He smacks her ass. "What's my name, baby?" He wants her to wear it out like the way she wears his t-shirts to bed, wants it to roll off her tongue in the most pleasured voice, wants to hear that he's the only one she wants. "What's my name?"
"Jonesy."
"Good girl. Say it again."
With every strike to her rear, she moans it again and again, her tone filled with conviction.
"That's my girl."
He pushes into her deeper and faster, the otherwise quiet room filling with the noise of two bodies colliding.
Her voice grows louder than ever, panting and whimpering with every motion, yelping his name when he tugs on her hair.
His fingers grab at her reddened ass, coaxing her faster and faster.
"Jonesy—oh—I'm almost there," she says as her voice trembles.
So is he. He can feel himself getting ready to explode, getting ready to give his all to his girlfriend.
In seconds, she reaches her peak, her legs trembling and on fire, not unlike the sensation burning in her lower abdomen.
The way she tightens and squeezes around him causes him to slam his hips into hers one last time. His head tilts back as a husky moan creeps out his throat.
They're left with ragged breathing, with a desperate need for oxygen after a moment so heated.
Both of them collapse onto the bed, chests heaving as they look toward the ceiling. Nikki crawls on top of him moments later, her expression pleased..
His lips curl into a satisfied grin. "Damn, I love fucking you."
"And?" she asks, waiting for the follow-up she wants to hear.
"And I fucking love you, Nikki."
She rewards him with a kiss on the lips. "That's more like it."