A groan rips from his throat. “You aren’t wearing any underwear?”
“Nope.” I giggle. “Someone stole my last pair.”
“Stop…”
“Fine.” I hook my leg around his head and pull him closer. “I’m ready for you, sir. I’ve been waiting.”
“Goddammit, Evie.”
The last word he gets out is a curse before his mouth finds my core, his lips wrapping around my clit. I lean my weight onto the wall, gripping his shoulder for support.
After making me wait so long, he no longer wastes our time. Theo devours me, licking up every drop of my arousal. Each flick of his tongue, the suction of his lips, makes my mind go blank until…
Shaking. Sparking. Crying out. My hand covers my mouth, and he glares up at me, squeezing my thighs hard enough to make me cry.
He doesn’t have to say what he’s thinking—he wants to hear me. No muffling.
That’s fine. My hand moves back to his shoulder, nails pressing into his skin through the fabric of his T-shirt.
I go limp, but he’s there to catch me, guiding me onto the floor.
We’re on the floor. There are multiple beds for us to choose from. There’s a couch, a shower… nothing matters. We can’twait. He hovers over me, still on his knees, and I remove my dress.
There’s nothing underneath, which leaves me bare on the dirty floor. I’ve always been the type to care about location and cleanliness, but I don’t anymore. All I care about is him fucking me, filling me, claiming me.
Theo rips off his belt, his eyes never leaving me as he works. His pants go next, his cock already springing to life when he pushes them down. Each movement is aggressive and fast.
His mouth finds mine again, bruising, teeth nipping against mine as his body settles on top of me. His hand moves to my chest, squeezing my petite breasts. He feels colossal on top of me, his weight pressing against me in a way that feels so delicious—like a weighted blanket.
Any worry I have fades away.
I whimper into his mouth as he presses his cock to my entrance. Even his tip is large, I’m soaked, making it too easy for him to slip inside. My walls squeeze around him, suctioning him in.
My head hits the floor, and I moan—too tight. Too full. He squeezes my nipple between his fingers and pushes in deeper, making me take more, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Look at you,” he croons. “Taking it like a good girl. Open wider. Let me in.” He hitches my leg over his shoulder and angles his hips, diving deeper.
I let out a cry of pleasure; stars fill my eyes.
His thrusts are slow and shallow, followed by guttural moans. His forehead presses to mine, eyes locked as he fucks us both into oblivion. Each time he pulls out, he pushes in harder, letting me feel every inch.
“I feel you,” he mutters. “Squeezing around me. Trying to squeeze out my cum. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” I whine, my hips bucking up. “Please, sir. Use me. Fill me.”
“That’s fucking right. Stay still, let me use you.” He rams into me, and I go limp beneath him when his fingers find my clit, circling hard.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “I won’t last much longer, baby. I need you to come with me.”
“Baby?” I whine.
“Yeah. Do you like that?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” His groans become whines and whimpers.
I need to hear his pleasure, need to know it’s real. With purpose, I clench my pussy around him, forcing him to come with me. He loses his words, eyes rolling up as he spills into me, his hips jerking wildly.
