Three times.
Then suddenly, his grip tightens, and he yanks me up by the hair, forcing me to release him with a slick pop. His cock is rock hard, soaked with my saliva, pulsing with restraint. His chest heaves, his eyes blazing. "That mouth should come with a fucking warning," he mutters, his voice rough, almost breathless.
I smirk. "Good idea. Maybe I’ll buy one of those warning label stickers on Etsy."
But he isn’t laughing. He looks ravenous. Reaching down, he digs through the pocket of his jeans and pulls out a condom, his gaze locked on mine.
My pulse pounds in anticipation. This is about to get really good.
I want this.
I need this.
I’m so fucking ready for this.
I snatch the condom from his hands and tear it open with my teeth, desperation throbbing through every nerve in my body. Then I’m on him, straddling his lap, rocking my wet core against his thick, heated shaft. A shudder rips through me at the feel of him—smooth, rigid, pulsing beneath me.
His gaze locks onto mine, heavy and dark, his lips parting on a sharp inhale. Strong hands fall to my thighs, sliding upward, his fingers branding my skin. One hand grips my waist, firm and possessive, as the other moves between us. He presses his cockagainst my slick folds, dragging his fingers through the wetness, coating us both.
"This is… you…" His voice is rough, almost broken. "So fucking perfect."
I roll my hips, gliding along his length, teasing the head of him over my clit. A sharp tremor jolts through me, and my breath catches. I shouldn’t be this turned on again so soon, but I am. Iam.
I need more. I move faster, rocking my hips in a steady, torturous rhythm. I want to come again. I want to feel that explosive release one more time. Maybe even two. I move my hips just a tiny bit faster. "I want to feel this big, thick cock inside me," I murmur, my voice thick with need. "And I want to come all over it."
His response is a groan, raw and guttural. Then his mouth is on me, his lips latching onto a stiff, aching nipple. His tongue circles, his teeth nipping, sending sparks of pleasure straight between my legs.
I arch into him, wrapping my arms around his neck, my fingers threading through his hair as I let myself sink into the sensation.
His mouth moves to my other breast, sucking, tasting, devouring. His hands slide over my hips, gripping my ass, pulling me tighter against him. Each movement rocks me harder, dragging my swollen clit against his thick, rigid length.
His grip tightens, and our rhythm dissolves into something messier, something more desperate. He’s not even inside me yet, but Iamriding him, grinding against him like I need it to breathe.
And fuck, maybe I do.
His hands skim up my back, one tangling in my hair as he pulls my head down and crushes his mouth against mine. His tongue claims my mouth, his moan vibrating against my lips.Then his hips roll up, harder, and the tip of his cock slips just past my entrance.
We both go still.
The air thickens, charged with something electric, something dangerous.
His forehead presses against mine, his breath heavy and uneven. Then he pulls back, his gaze flickering between my eyes, his entire body strung tight with restraint. "Put the condom on," he growls, his voice thick with warning. "Or I’ll fuck you bareback right now."
A violent shiver rolls through me. There’s something about seeing this brooding stranger shudder beneath me, something about the way he’s holding himself back.
For a split second, I hesitate.
The corner of his mouth tilts into something wicked, something knowing. Then he grinds up against me once more, and a desperate whimper escapes my throat.
With trembling fingers, I reach between us, sliding the condom over his throbbing length, feeling every ridge, every pulse beneath my touch.
His jaw clenches, his entire face drawn tight with restraint. Then he grips my ass, lifting me effortlessly, positioning me above him, the swollen head of his cock teasing my entrance. The muscles in his forearms flex as he holds me there, suspended, waiting.
"Hey," he says.
My gaze flickers from where our bodies almost meet to his eyes.
"Look at me while I fuck you.” And then he thrusts up, pulling me down at the same time. I sink over him, my body stretching to take every inch, my wetness making the glide effortless.
