She’s still trembling when I crowd back in, one hand braced on the table beside her hip, the other sliding up her inner thighwhere she’s still slick and sensitive and wide open from my mouth.
“Fuck,” I murmur, dragging my thumb through the mess I made of her. “You feel that? You’re still pulsing.”
Her breath hitches.
“Connor—”
“Shh.” I lean in close, lips brushing her ear. “You don’t get to pretend you’re done.”
She’s still shaking when I hook my hands under her hips and lift her, turning her until she’s bent forward over the treatment table. Her cheek hits the padded vinyl, arms stretching instinctively to brace herself, but it’s her ass that has me groaning low in my throat.
Becausefuck, this view.
Her thighs spread just enough to give me a full look, her ass high and flushed, the curve of her hips making me feral. Her slick glistens between her legs, and the sweet, musky scent of her is so thick in the air it might as well be crawling down my throat.
“Jesus, Emery,” I rasp, dragging my palms over the backs of her thighs and up, spreading her open just to look. “You got any idea what this does to me?”
She whimpers, rocking her hips just enough to tease.
“Look at you,” I go on, voice lower now. “Bent over your own PT table with your ass in the air and slick running down your legs. You think this room’ll ever smell the same again?”
“They won’t know,” she pants. “Everyone’s gone.”
“Good.” I slide my hands up to cup her ass, spreading her open just a little more, just because Ican. “Then I’m taking my fucking time.”
My sweats hit the floor in one motion, my cock slapping up hard against my abs. I take one slow stroke, groaning as I look down at her again, then I press forward, dragging the tip of my cock through the mess she’s made of herself, smearing slick across the head and down my shaft.
She moans, body twitching.
“You feel that?” I ask, grinding between her cheeks now, slow and deliberate. “Feel how hard you’ve got me?”
Her slick coats everything—my cock, my thighs, the curve of her ass where I slide along her like I’m trying to brand her.
“Oh my god,” she gasps, breath broken. “Connor,please—”
“I should tease you longer,” I mutter, thrusting between her cheeks again, slick squelching as I drag myself over her entrance. “Should make youbegfor it.”
“I am,” she cries. “Iambegging.”
And she is.
Her hips roll back against me, body straining, hole clenching around nothing like she’s desperate to be filled.
“That’s it,” I growl. “Beg with your body. That’s my girl.”
I line myself up and drag the head of my cock through her folds once more, slick smearing warm and messy across the tip. She’s soaked, her cunt fluttering around nothing like she’s trying to pull me in already. I grip her hip with one hand, and with the other—I bring my thumb to her slick and coat it slowly.
Then I slide that wet thumb up, up between the cheeks of her perfect, trembling ass.
"Goddamn," I mutter, thumb gliding across the tight ring there, not pressing in—just appreciating.Revering.“You’ve got the prettiest fucking ass I’ve ever seen.”
She moans, her thighs quivering, and her back arches more, offering herself without hesitation. My cock pulses at the sight, at her scent, at the way she pushes back toward me like she needs to be filled.
“You want me to ruin you, baby?” I growl, positioning my cock right at her entrance again, rubbing slow. “Want me to fill both holes next time? Knot you while you’re dripping down your thighs?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, breathless and ragged. “Please—please, Connor—”
I push forward slowly, inch by inch, letting her feel every goddamn stretch as I sink deep into her heat. She cries out, her fingers clawing at the table, her whole body shaking as I bottom out—fully seated, buried inside her tight, clenching cunt like I was built for it.
