I thrust in and out, my cock getting covered in her slick arousal.
I grunt. “That’s it, Baby. Cream my cock up for me. Why don’t you come again and milk it for me, because I’m so damn close.”
“Sullivan… that’s…” Tate mewls as I drive my hips with force, slamming into her.
She shudders and lets out a whine.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” I praise as her pussystrangles my cock like she’s barely managing to take all of me stuffed so deep inside her.
I keep fucking her. Hard and deep. I hold onto her hip, sinking my fingers into her flesh so hard I know she’ll have bruises.
“So, so, good,” she pants.
“I knew we’d be good together,” I hiss. “A body like yours was made to drive me wild. Look at it.”
My gaze drops to her magnificent juicy tits, bouncing up and down her chest.
“Perfection, Baby. Just what I fucking needed.”
I thrust hard again and sink my teeth into my lower lip.
“Sullivan!” Tate cries, rippling around my cock like she’s trying to wring it out.
“That’s it, squeeze me.” I turn and nip her leg, as my balls draw tight to my body. “Come all over that cock, Baby. Give it to me.”
She holds my eyes, her brows pinched together and her mouth wide open as she lets go and comes with a cry.
No…ascream.
It’s been weeks since I’ve heard that kind of noise from a woman. But none have ever sounded as good as Tate’s.
Euphoria floods my brain and my vision blurs as the end of my cock throbs, ready to explode.
“I’m going to come. Fuck, I’m going to come, Tate.”
My ears fill with the deep relief of my groan as I release and come deep inside her.
We hold each other’s gazes, pupils dilating, locked in a moment where nothing else exists. Both witnessing the other unravel and tip over into bliss, letting it take us because it’s no longer under our control.
We aren’t in control.
I’mnot in control.
My chest tenses, and my head grows light.
Spurt after spurt spills from me inside her as I pin her in place beneath me. My vision blurs as I fight to stay focused on her eyes. She’s looking up at me with so much desire. So much…feeling.
She wriggles in my grasp, but I tighten my hold on her hip and keep her still, the need to finish outweighing everything else.
Shadowed memories of drowning in grief flood back to me, ripping the air from my lungs.
This is what I do.
I fuck.
Needing the sweet relief it brings.
Needing to just fucking come to function.
