“Open your mouth.”
Craving the taste of this man, for the drag of that barbell against my tongue, I open my jaw as he pushes forward. The blunt head of his cock rubs across my lips, once, twice, slightly salty and delicious. I open wider to welcome him inside, and when I do, I don’t know whose moan is louder, his or mine.
Rhys keeps a firm grip on my neck as he drives into my mouth and as he pumps his hips to slide his cock across my tongue, my pussy clenching at the thought of the barbell inside me.
Wrapping my other arm around him, I use both hands to grip his ass. I take him as deep as I can before pulling away to tease him. To flick that piercing. Suck the head in a torturous tease. Lick my way down the shaft. Suck him deep. Drive him absolutely wild until he pushes me away with a growl.
I tumble onto the mattress, with Rhys climbing on top of me. He drags me up higher until my head is cushioned on a pillow. Poised above me, he slices into me with those abyssal eyes. “Why do I feel like I’ve waited my whole life for you?”
“Because you have.” He takes hold of his shaft and positions himself at my entrance. “You sure?”
I nod once and wrap my arms around his torso, my legs gripped tight to his waist. “Yes.”
Rhys enters me in one smooth slide, but he’s big, and it’s been a while. I can’t fully take him, and when panic kicks in and I try to wiggle away, he holds me still. “Relax. Open for me, Charlotte.”
I try, God, I try, but the stretch hurts. I slam my eyes shut as he keeps pushing forward, deeper into me. “Rhys.”
He must hear the panic in my voice. “Look at me.”
I shake my head.
“Charlotte, look at me.”
I do, opening my eyes to see his beautiful face staring back at me.
“You’re doing so good, sweetheart. I’m proud of you.” He drives in farther and that barbell rubs along inside me. I gasp at the blunt glide. His grin is diabolical. “Lift your hips for me.” When I do, he eases in farther. “That’s it, Charlotte. Just like that. You’re doing so well.”
The slight shift of my body and the punch of his hips allows us to find our fit. Rhys swallows my cry, and with every deep,slow drive of his thick cock, he replaces the discomfort with a pleasure that brings me back to that precipice. This time, though, I’m not alone. He’s here with me, and with each rock of his hips, he pushes us closer to the edge.
“You trust me.” But his voice pulls me back, just for a moment.
“Yes,” I rasp.
“I’ll never hurt you.”
“No,” I say with a shake of my head.
“I need you to remember that.”
Breathless, needy, grasping at his ass, I ask, “What? Why?”
“Because I’m about to fuck you like I’m your villain.”
Oh, my God…
Rhys drives into me, hard, deep, growling in my ear. I score his back with my nails, crying out his name. Each brutal rock of his hips an exquisite destruction. He roars mine as I meet each thrust, lost in him. Never feeling more alive, more electrified, than I do with every merciless drag of his thick cock inside me. And then we’re there…at the edge. Rhys sinks his teeth into the side of my neck, and I fall.
Oh, God, I fall.
But he falls with me.
We dive into the abyss, intertwined, splashing into an ocean of ecstasy. Drowning. Locked together. Lip to lip, gasping for breath, my exhale his next inhale. The flood of his orgasm mixes with mine until I don’t know where I end and he begins.
Panting and sweaty, Rhys collapses on top of me. But he’s a heavy fucker, and I tap him on the shoulder. “What?”
“I can’t breathe.”
“Oh.” He rolls his big ass off me. “Sorry.”
