God. So hot.
He rips the condom foil, then rolls it down his length with slow, seductive movements. I’m mesmerized. I couldn’t look away if I wanted. My eyes are just glued to that juicy, throbbing cock.
When he’s done, he wraps his huge fingers around himself and a groan rumbles in his chest. Watching those broad palms with their corded forearms grip himself?
Fuck.
Wetness floods me anew.
Need him.
Now.
Inside me.
I’m still kneeling before him, and his gaze catches mine. The hunger in those eyes flares.
Then his hands are on my hips.
“Tell me you trust me,” he says, positioning himself at my entrance.
“I trust you.” My voice comes out breathy, desperate. “Always.”
He enters me slowly, and god, the angle. I can feel every inch of him, the stretch and fullness making me gasp.
“Okay?” he asks, stilling.
“Move,” I beg. “Please--”
He does.
He sets a measured,torturouspace, one massive hand splayed between my shoulder blades and pressing me down until my cheek grinds against the rough wool blankets, my ass arched high and exposed to him. The position steals my breath, and I feel so utterlyownedthat my cunt clenches around him reflexively, greedy for more. Wetness slicks my inner thighs, and I can actually smell the musk of my arousal thick in the air between us.
Fuck--
Yes--
Deeper--
My thoughts are starting to fracture as he adjusts his angle, the thick crown of his cock dragging against that swollen, desperate place inside my walls.
Every thrust sparks lightning up and down my spine.
I bite the blanket to stifle a scream. The fabric feels rough against my tongue.
His free hand grips my hipbone sohardI know his fingertips are bruising the flesh but I don’t care.
He pounds me relentlessly.
Ohgodohgod--
There--
There--
My hips jerk, trying to force him deeper, but his palm on my back pins me like a butterfly.
I hear the relentless slap of skin on skin, the guttural groans torn from his chest with each thrust.
