A flood of words poured from his mouth as he fucked mine.
Wildly.
Madly.
Greedily.
And God. I liked it. I liked it that he’d taken control. Liked that he stood over me, taking what I wanted to give. Liked that I held the power to make him moan.
I likedhim.
I liked him so much. More than I should. In a way that was getting messy. In a way that was soft and fragile, breakable, as it spun the most complex web inside me. Strands of want and ribbons of need.
“Rynna...” He grunted my name, a deep, reverberating utterance that echoed the walls. I swallowed around him, taking him as deep as I possibly could. Every part of me ached. My jaw and my heart and that needy throb that begged at the juncture of my thighs.
His thrusts turned rough. Hard and demanding. “Harder...please...take it.”
I pumped him savagely, just as ruthlessly as he took my mouth, my hands picking up the same frantic rhythm as his assault.
And I could feel it. His balls tighten and lift. The ripple of his abdomen, those powerful thighs straining.
That electricity licked and lapped.
Striking.
“God damn it, Rynna. God damn it.”
His hips snapped twice more.
Frantic and frenzied.
Before every glorious inch of him went rigid. A tightly keening bow.
He pulsed with his orgasm, and his head kicked back on a guttural roar as he let himself go.
It was exactly what I’d wanted.
To see this man undone.
To get a glimpse of him with his walls toppled.
And the sight of it...the sight of it was magnificent.
His cock throbbed and jerked as he spilled into my mouth, and I gulped him down as I stared up at the ecstasy on his face.
Slowly he opened his eyes, but the same frenzy remained in them. Fire. He quickly lifted me from the floor. Before I could make sense of it, my bottom was balanced on the back of the sofa, my dress around my waist, his fingers spreading me.
Filling me.
His eyes were desperate as he stroked me deep. I moaned as he fucked me with his fingers, his thumb bringing me to ecstasy.
So fast.
So fast I was shocked by the bliss that exploded in my body. A flashflood that came out of nowhere.
Laying me to waste.
My fingers dug into his shoulders as I came. Wave after wave.
