“Move.” His palm lands sharp on my ass.
Sting. Heat.
“Show me how bad you need it.”
I roll my hips tentatively, then bolder as pleasure coils low in my belly. His hands roam my body, kneading my breasts, thumbing my nipples to aching peaks, gripping my hips to set a punishing rhythm.
“That’s it.” His praise is rough velvet. “Take me deeper.”
I brace my hands on his shoulders, riding him in earnest now. The slap of skin, the creak of my cheap couch, the wet sounds where we join.
It’s lewd.Perfect. Hot.
His gaze drops to watch himself disappear inside me, eyes blazing.
Fuck... he’s watching—
“You love this.” He grips my throat lightly, not squeezing, just claiming. “Love being full of me.”
“Yes—”
“Say it.”
“I love... your cock.” The admission scalds me. “I’ve wanted it... since Vegas.”
“Since Vegas?” His eyes flash predator-bright. Then he slams upward, nailing my cervix with a brutal precision that—
Oh god!
I shatter into a choked sob. The
“Thirsty fucking girl,” he growls. His palm slams between my shoulder blades, pinning me forward until my breasts crush against his chest.
His hips become a piston. He’s no longer letting me ride, butfuckingup into me with jackhammer force. Each upward slam drives the breath from my lungs. My thighs scream, trembling with the effort to stay upright, to take it. I bite his shoulder to muffle cries, tasting salt and sweat.
“That’s it,” he rasps against my ear, hands shackling my waist now. “Take it. Take every inch.” He angles deeper, grinding on the upthrust until I feel himin my throat, in my fingernails, in the roots of my hair.
The pressure isn’t building anymore, it’s detonating. My hips stutter in broken circles, no rhythm left, just raw hungry friction as my vision splinters.
Need... more... please break me...
My fingers rake his back. “Close...” The word rips out jagged. “So close...”
“Not yet.” He stops thrusting brutally. “Wait.”
Torture.
I sob, trembling with restraint. I start moving up and down, unable to control myself, pounding the shit out of his hard cock with my tight little pussy, but his fingers tighten around my waist like a vice.
“I saidwait,” he commands.
I stop.
He traces my lower lip. Smiles wickedly. “Now.”
And he starts pounding me again from below. I begin to make an uncontrollable whimpering sound, almost like a coo, a sound that vibrates passionately with each thrust.
And then I shatter. My vision grays at the edges as convulsions rip through me. He holds me down, grinding deep as I pulse around him.
