I whirled her around again and kissed her hard, biting her lip and imprinting on her soul. And when I pulled back, I tugged at the roots of her hair.
“That’s my good girl.”
Chloe’s arms threw around my neck, her desperate kiss landing on my lips, teeth skirting over my tongue as she consumed me. I bent us over onto the bed, leaving her sprawled out on the sheets so I could admire her a moment.
“Bend over for me and grab the rails,” I told her.
She kissed me once more before doing what she was told. She turned to her hands and knees, her ass arched in the air, hips greedily moving as her arms lay on the bed, and she grabbed those black bars. My mouth dried at the sight of her so tantalizingly wiggling her ass, as though she knew precisely how fucking much that view would make me wild.
Gods, she was perfect.
“Spread your knees, baby—that’s it—“ I dragged a finger up her glistening pussy. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I whispered as I stroked myself and kneeled on the bed. I tapped my cock on her spread cheeks, then spanked her again.
My name groaned from her lips. She moved her hips eagerly toward me. I spread my fingers on her ass and squeezed her softness. Her pussy glistened. Swollen and pink and so fucking ready for me. I sank one finger inside her, cursing at the absolute drenching around that digit. I bent over, kissed her pink ass, and bit the opposite cheek so hard that when I straightened over her again, my teeth mark had indented in her flesh. Fuck, that was beautiful. The indentation. Her wonderful ass.
A groan left her as I dragged my soaked finger over that mark.
“Gavin…” she begged as she shifted to look back at me.
I positioned myself at her entrance and reached down to massage her neck, my tip tickling her cunt. I cursed at how easy it would have been to come all over her ass right there.
“Do you want this?” I asked.
“Please,” she whispered as she pushed her hips backward, sliding slightly onto my cock. “Fuck me,” she pleaded. “Fuck me like you’ll never see me again.”
The words, however simple, triggered something inside me. The knot at the pit of my stomach tightened, along with the hand I had in her hair.
I yanked her up by the roots the moment I slammed inside her. She cried out, her head and back bending—craning—to my will, and I forced her to look backward up at me. I was buried inside her to the hilt, and as I met her upside-down gaze, her pussy tightened even more around me.
“Careful what you want,” I warned, as she whimpered in delight at the grasp I had on her hair.
Her eyes visibly dilated, a smirk twitching on her lips, and she moved her hips in a slow circle. “I want you,” she whispered.
My lips met hers, my other hand digging into the bend of her hip, and I began a slow pace. “Hold tight, baby,” I told her.
I released her down into the bed, pushing on the small of her back and keeping her bent as I railed into her. The noises her slick pussy made… fuck, she sang for me. That beautiful fucking moan muffled into the mattress, and it killed me that the bed was taking the sound away. I pulled her up by her hair again just to hear her crying out.
“Fuck—harder—“
She was going to send me over the edge.
I grabbed and flipped her in one move and lifted her leg so that the backside of her thigh rested on my chest. I plunged into her again. Again. Again. Her back arched up with every whimper and moan and beg.
“Gavin. I’m going to—“
I thrust deep and stilled a moment, watching her head move side to side, her hands clench on the sheets.
“Fuck… God, rightthere.” She gasped and grabbed onto my arm, her mouth sagging.
Goosebumps rose on her skin, and I almost smiled. “Which god, baby?” I whispered as I deliberately pushed in and out, making sure to hit that spot that made her wild. She continued to curse and writhe, the pleasure spreading over her face. I held her ankle on my shoulder and reached to her clit, my thumb swirling over those nerves. She trembled beneath me, her hands shooting to her hair.
“Eros—right there—“ Another gasp, and she opened her eyes to meet mine, nearly making me lose all concentration at those brown orbs pouring through me. “Shit, you feel so good,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.Neverstop.”
I had never heard more beautiful words in my life.
She lifted up, grabbed me behind the neck, and kissed me hard. I could feel her body reaching as I set my pace. She was a drug that I wanted to abuse and lose myself in. My forehead rested against hers, the air thickening with our need for one another. She shook, and my heart ached. I wasn’t ready to come, not if it meant I might not be inside her again. Her grip tightened on my shoulders, her whimpering sounding beneath me, reacting to every thrust like it was her last moment.
“Don’t come yet, baby,” I pleaded. “I’m not done with you.”
