I release him from my mouth and push myself up, fixing him with a commanding stare. "Lie back. Now."
He blinks at me, still dazed from what I was doing to him. "What?"
"You heard me. Get on your back so I can ride your cock."
He hesitates for just a moment too long, and something snaps inside me. My hand comes down with a sharp slap against his length, and the sound echoes in the room.
Sometimes, I’m not a very patient person.
“Don't make me wait any longer," I growl, my voice carrying all the authority from my years in law enforcement. "You won't like the consequences."
A chuckle escapes his lips, but I immediately shove my finger in his face, cutting him off.
"I'm not kidding. I will beat your beautiful dick until it’s black and blue. Get on your back so I can ride your cock."
The laughter dies in his throat as he sees the deadly serious expression on my face. His eyes widen slightly, and I watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows hard.
"Yes, ma'am," he says quietly, immediately shifting to comply with my demand.
The moment he's flat on his back, I'm moving. I straddle his hips in one fluid motion, positioning myself over him. The anticipation is killing me — I need him inside me right now, need to feel that perfect stretch and fullness.
I reach down to guide him to my entrance, and we both gasp at the first contact. I'm so wet from earlier that he slides in easily as I lower myself onto him, taking him inch by perfect inch until he's buried completely inside me.
"Fuck," I breathe, my head falling back as I adjust to the sensation of being so filled. “Fuck me, this is good.”
The feeling is indescribable — like coming home after being lost for years. Every nerve ending in my body lights up as I move, rolling my hips in slow circles that draw moans from both of us. His hands find my waist, fingers digging into my skin as I establish a rhythm that has us both gasping.
I lean forward, bracing my hands on his chest as I pick up the pace. The angle hits something perfect inside me, and I can't suppress the cry that tears from my throat. His eyes are locked on mine, dark with desire and something deeper — a connection I haven't felt in so long I'd forgotten it existed.
"Fuck, Adriana," he breathes, his voice strained. "You feel incredible."
The praise sends heat spiraling through me, and I move faster, chasing the building pressure. For the first time in months, maybe years, I feel completely alive. Not the controlled ex-cop, not the grieving sister — just a woman taking what she needs, feeling everything she's been denying herself.
My body tightens around him as another orgasm builds, different from the first — deeper, more intense. I can feel it gathering in my core like a storm, threatening to tear me apart in the best possible way.
I look down into those magnetic eyes, seeing my desperation reflected there, and suddenly I know exactly what I need.
"I'm getting off," I gasp, already lifting myself away from him despite the protest of my body. "I want you to fuck me from behind."
His eyes widen, pupils blown with desire. "Adriana…"
"No," I cut him off, turning onto my hands and knees, presenting myself to him. I look back over my shoulder, meeting his stunned gaze. "I want you to use my body. Fuck me like you hate me. I want to scream — I want you to fuck me so hard I can't think about anything else. Take me. Fuck me. Use me."
The vulnerability in my own words should terrify me, but instead it's liberating. I'm tired of being in control, tired of carrying everything alone. I want to be overwhelmed, consumed, fucked into oblivion where nothing exists except sensation.
His hands are on me immediately, gripping my hips with a possessiveness that makes me whimper. When he thrusts into me from this angle, it's so deep I see stars.
"Like this?" he growls, his voice rough with barely contained restraint.
"Harder," I demand, pushing back against him. "Don't you dare hold back."
Something snaps within him at my words. His grip tightens, and he moves with a force that steals my breath. Each thrust drives me forward, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room along with my increasingly desperate cries.
This is what I needed — to be taken, claimed, fucked until I can't remember my own name. The building orgasm threatens to tear me apart, and I welcome it completely.
The pressure builds inside me with each powerful thrust, my body coiling tighter and tighter like a spring about to snap. I can feel every inch of him as he drives into me, the angle hittingspots that make me gasp and claw at the sheets. My vision blurs at the edges as the sensation becomes overwhelming.
I turn my head to look back at him over my shoulder, my hair falling across my face. His eyes are dark with concentration and desire, jaw clenched as he moves with that perfect rhythm that's driving me to the brink.
