“That make you wet already?”
She nods.
“Fuck. I always hoped you’d be this way. Have this dirty side to you. I love it.” Her lashes flutter with the statement and her eyes meet mine, an intensity in them that matches my own. My heart skips. Just for half a second. So quick I could have almost missed it, but just enough I know it’s there. Even if I want to ignore it.
So I try. I sit back on the bed, leaning against the pillows and headboard and pull her toward me. She straddles me, her sweet little cunt so close to my cock I can feel the warmth of her.
“I want to watch you take my cock, sweetheart. Every fucking inch of me.”
I slide my hands down the sides of her body. It’s a balancing act now, giving her what she wants while still making sure she’s the one really in control. I’ll give her the illusion that I’m in charge. Tell her what to do, make her come more times than she can count. But for my sanity, I need her to be the one who decides here.
“Ride me.Now.”
She rolls her lower lip between her teeth, her eyes going to my cock before she lines herself up. Teasing the tip before she slides down on me. Her cunt, so fucking tight, I curse when she’s fully seated, blinking when I open my eyes to take in the feel of her and her perfect fucking body. She looks like a goddess right now with her thighs spread, taking me deep, head back as I pull her hair. I want the full image. Fuck, I need it.
“Move, sweetheart.”
She rises up and down once, her eyes closing. Licking her lips and then a soft moan escapes from them. A small gasp follows on her next try and then she finally starts to take me in a steady rhythm. Her breasts sway with the movement, and I release my grip on her hair to watch it fall down over her shoulders.
“You feel so fucking good,” she whispers. “I needed this.”
It’s probably the best thing I’ve heard someone say to me in years.
“Yeah, you’ve needed me for a long time, Spitfire. I know. You’re a good girl, and you deserve it.”
She moves in perfect rhythm as if she was made for my cock. Made for me. Taking all of me so well each time her gorgeous thighs meet mine. The sound of our fucking’s so loud and the smell of her fills the room, all the while she gets wetter and wetter as she rides me.
She’s so fucking sexy; I can barely focus. She has a body full of perfect curves, full hips, a rounded belly, and breasts that have me dying to fucking have her on camera. Some way to revisit this image again and again when I need it the most.
I run my hands under her breasts, supporting the weight of them, and then brushing my thumbs over her nipples. They bead up under my touch, and I lean forward to take one in my mouth, circling my tongue around the tip. One of her hands goes to the back of my neck, running up my spine and into my hair. The scrape of my teeth elicits another moan as she writhes up and down. I turn my attention to the other one, nipping at the underside of her breast and then licking my way up over the tip of her nipple before I suck it into my mouth and roll my tongue over it.
“Fuck me harder, Spitfire. Take me deep like the dirty fucking girl we know you are now. Riding my cock like this. So we both remember how much you’ve been craving having me inside you.” I grab her ass and squeeze, urging her on as she does what I ask of her.
“Just like that. The way you take me, the way your perfect little cunt feels… Fuck, Scarlett. You’re gorgeous. I can’t take my eyes off of you.”
Her eyes flutter open, meeting mine for a moment before they drift down over my chest. She puts her hands on my shoulders, bracing herself as she starts to move faster and takes me deeper. She’s so tight and wet that I don’t know how much longer I can last.
I slide my hand down over her stomach and the soft curve of her abdomen, resting my thumb over her swollen clit, countering the rhythm of her body with each stroke.
“Oh fuck. Yes. Like that,” she mutters, her eyes closing as she concentrates on chasing her own pleasure. She looks wild, a few pieces of her damp red hair stuck to the side of her face before I reach out to sweep it back behind her ear with my free hand. She turns her head then, kissing my palm, and I slide the backs of my fingers down the side of her jaw.
She lifts her chin, letting my hand slide to her throat and her eyes flicker open again, the same intensity in them as before, and I realize what she wants. I wrap my hand around her neck, stroking her throat, and feel her swallow against my palm. I squeeze and pull her forward.
“That what you need, dirty girl? My hand wrapped around your throat while you take my cock?”
“Yes. Please, Tobias.” The plea goes straight from her lips to my cock, and I can feel myself getting close.
I squeeze her neck tighter and quicken the pace of my thumb over her clit. The sounds she makes in response are fucking taking me to the very edge.
“Come for me, Scarlett. I wanna feel how hard you come on my cock.”
She gasps a few times and then she starts to moan—a mess of curses and begging that ends in my name on her lips as she collapses forward. I kiss my way down her chest and over her shoulder again as she rides out the last of her release. Then I turn us, putting her on her back but never fully pulling out of her.
I lean over and stretch to reach into her nightstand, grabbing one of her vibrators. Her eyes go wide, and she looks up at me. I smirk at her, flicking it on and then pressing it against her clit while I start to fuck her again.
“Oh fuck…” she mutters, closing her eyes and wrapping her legs around me. “Oh god. Tobias. Please it’s so much.”
“You can come again for me. I know you can. This greedy little cunt needs it, and so do I.”
