“Ready for me?”
“Yes.
“Hot for me?”
“Oh, God, yes.” I wiggled my hips in response, even tossing my hair back and forth. The anticipation was killing me.
“I can tell,” he growled and caressed my bottom before sliding his hand between my legs. Even the way he held my soaking mound was possessive. His forceful yet tender actions truly had me wondering what he did as a profession. “Very ready.”
“Yes, oh God, yes.”
As soon as he pressed the tip of his cock against my wetness, I willed myself not to tense. The flash of electricity soaring through me was reassuring. As he slowly slipped his cockhead past my swollen folds, nothing on this earth could have kept me from moaning. I no longer recognized my own voice or my naughty actions as I wiggled and arched my back.
“Goddamn, you’re so tight,” he whispered. “So fucking tight.”
He pulled out, sliding into me again and stars floated in front of my eyes. And he was only halfway inside. I shifted back and forth as I kneaded the comforter.
Seconds later, he wrapped his hand around my hair, jerking my head up until I was forced to look at the wall.
His cock was massive and stretched my muscles. The feeling as they clamped around his shaft sucked my breath away. He had a way of making me feel as if I was floating on air, watching the sinful action as it unfolded.
When he thrust the remainder of his cock inside, I was momentarily thrown by the sensations and a strange wave of emotions I hadn’t expected. I’d never been prone to excitement from the thought of sex or anything intimate, but I could easily get used to this delicious sin and the man himself.
Every inch of me shuddered as he issued several guttural sounds, neither one of us moving for a few seconds. There was so much current running through us it felt as if every touch of his fingers seared my skin.
I bit my lip as my pussy muscles throbbed, concentrating on the sound of his growls and heavy breathing. He pulled all the way out, holding just the tip inside as he wound his fingers around my strands of hair.
“So fucking hot,” he muttered and thrust again, this time developing a sweet rhythm. I rocked with him, bucking hard against the brutal but amazing plunges.
His hold on my hair remained firm, the massive man using my long strands as a leash. I didn’t dare try to move even as I fingered the comforter. He kneed my legs, opening them even wider and while continuing to drive deep and hard, he brushed his other hand around my hip.
As he rolled his thumb around my clit, I stiffened, arching my back more than before.
“Oh, God.” My moan was strangled and the stars floating in front of my eyes were vibrant, pulsing with the same beat as my heart.
His thumb worked magic, driving me to a place of sheer euphoria. Somehow he managed to slide his long fingers in beside his cock. Together they created a dance of ecstasy. I continued bucking hard, moving with him as he fucked me.
The way he thrust, brutal and unyielding was savage, the hard strokes powerful and dominating. Reaching back with one hand while struggling to remain aloft, I rubbed my fingertips on the sides of his legs. There wasn’t a single ounce of fat on him, his perfection almost glaring.
“You’re so damn tight,” he grunted out.
“More. Harder.”
“Are you certain you can take it?”
“Uh-huh. Just fuck me.” I honestly had never wanted anything so much in my life. He took my request to heart, pumping me with so much force I was breathless. I started bucking hard against him.
My breath hitched.
My pulse skyrocketed.
Lights were flashing.
This was pure ecstasy.
Beads of sweat dropped from his glorious body, tickling my skin as they fell and slid. A smile remained on my face as the sounds of his skin driving against mine echoed in my ears. Within seconds, his fingers brought me to another heightened state. The blast of a climax didn’t catch me off guard, yet the explosive heat and incredible sensations pulled a slight scream from my throat.
Panting, I clawed at the bed, shifting my hips back and forth.
