“You’re so wet. It’ll feel good in a minute. Just relax.”
She gasps beneath me as I push forward, sinking inside her tight wet heat with a grunt. “So fucking good.”
“That’s so?—”
“You feel full?” I run my tongue over my teeth and look down at her stretched around me. My cock is hard as steel and shining with her arousal at the point she’s taken me up to.
“Yeah, you’re big.”
“I know I am. But we’re almost there,” I soothe.
“What?” Tate lifts her head from the pillow and looks down her body. Her eyes widen when she sees how much more of my cock she still has to take.
“You like watching?” I bite my lower lip with an appreciative moan. “Me too.”
I grab a spare pillow and slide it under her ass, so it’s lifted higher.
On a goddamn platter just for me.
“Fuck, you look good like this.” I kiss her leg again and reach forward with both hands, grabbing her tits and squeezing them. They’re round, full and fuckable. The image of sliding my cock between them makes me twitch inside her.
Tate whimpers at the movement and I take my opportunity to push the rest of the way inside her until my balls meet her skin.
“Fuck, yes.” I tilt my head back to the ceiling and exhale slowly, closing my eyes to savor it.
Damn, I needed this.
I slide out and drive back inside her, keeping my head back and my eyes closed, relishing the feeling of her sucking me back in. The coiled muscles of my torso pop beneath my skin as I bottom out inside her again.
Dropping my head back down, I peel my eyes open and look at her through hooded lids. “So fucking good, Baby.”
I pull back and thrust in harder making her tits bounce.
She gazes up at me as I build up a rhythm, my eyes glued to those fucking magnificent tits as they move.
But it’s not enough. I want to be so deep inside her that she doesn’t know where I end, and she begins.
I curl one hand around her hip and plant the other next to her head, folding her beneath me until her knees are almost touching her ears.
“This is how I’ve dreamed of you. Beneath me with my cock buried inside you.” I pump my hips, and I steal her gasp, kissing it from her lips and swallowing it down.
I want all her whimpers, all her cries.
All her goddamn noises.
Mine.
I thrust again. The angle is deep, but I can’t move fast enough. I can’t do it hard enough. I need to fuck her the way my body is screaming at me to.
“Tate,” I groan, kissing her again and sliding my tongue against hers. “You’re fucking delicious. Now hold on.”
I move back, widening my knees and pushing them into the mattress for leverage. My forearm strains as I keep a hand planted by her head, and her hip grasped inside an iron grip with the other.
Then I let her have it.
I slam into her again over and over. She can’t move beneath me, except to push her tits up as her spine curls from pleasure.
“Fuck, like that,” I urge. “Like fucking that, Baby. Do you know how good you feel?” I grind out, driving harder, deeper.
