A muscle in his neck twitches, and he groans, as I clench around him.
“You’re not only my first choice.” I lift up and sink down onto him again. “You’re theonlychoice I will ever make. It could never have been anyone else.”
“Jesus,” he utters, tightening his grip on my hips.
I increase my speed, spurred on by Sterling’s deep moans of pleasure as he guides me up and down his length.
“That’s it, Baby girl. Ride my cock. It’s yours. Ride the hell out of it.”
His eyes glint, and his pupils dilate as I cry out and clench around him.
Our speed increases, and he works his hips, thrusting into me mercilessly.
“That’s my girl.”
I whimper.
“Damn, you know just how to make me crazy. That’s it. Bring that perfect pussy back down.”
He grabs my ass, squeezing hard, his eyes glued to my face.
I moan as he bottoms out inside me again.
“Yeah, like that. Exactly like that,” he rasps.
We fuck harder, desperate, and greedy. All gentleness is gone as we buck and thrust together, sweat slicking our skin where our chests press together.
Every minute since I arrived in New York has led to this moment. It was inevitable, no matter how much I tried to fight it.Wewere inevitable.
I grab on to his shoulders, digging my nails in as he fucks up into me so deeply that I cry out his name like I’m begging.
“You like that, my beautiful girl?”
“Yes!”
“So goddamn perfect, aren’t you?”
His eyes are glued to mine, like two blue flames. I hand over all control, letting him set our pace. He spreads his thighs, forcing my legs wider around his hips. When he drives inside me again, my eyes roll in my head, and I gasp.
“Good girl, give yourself over to it. Come on my cock. All over it.”
I clench in response to his filthy growl.
“Jesus,” he hisses, spanking my ass with a sharp flick of his wrist. “Show me, Baby girl. Show me what you look like when you come with me buried inside you.”
He slams me back down onto him, circling my hips inside his powerful grip, so that his body drags over my clit. I fight to think straight.
“Sterling,” I whine.
He kisses the column of my throat, his voice vibrating against it. “Let it go.”
My eyes roll as the pressure mounts inside me. Sterling slides a hand into my hair and grips it tight, holding me in place so he can watch.
“Let it go,” he urges.
My mouth falls open and my vision blurs.
I come so hard that all I can do is cry out and trust that he won’t let me go.
