The knot in my belly pulls tighter, coiling around itself, and I can’t hold back anymore.
He pulls back just enough to meet my gaze, his dark eyes locked onto mine, commanding, consuming. "Come on, Angel. Come on my cock," he growls. "I want to feel you."
And that’s all it takes. Pleasure floods me, crashing over me like a tidal wave, and I’m moaning out nonsense, writhing against him as my body convulses with the force of my orgasm. “Oh God—yes, so good—don’t stop?—”
His fingers move in perfect sync with his cock, pushing me higher, deeper, until my orgasm builds with an unstoppableforce. The pleasure swells inside me, rushing through my veins like wildfire, licking at every inch of my body, consuming me in its heat.
My walls clench around him, my muscles tightening, pulling him in, holding him there as the pleasure surges and vibrates through me. My breath shatters, my body quaking, my nails digging into his skin as he fucks me through it, relentless and unyielding.
I curse, I whimper, I fight back the overwhelming sensation as he slams into me over and over, until all I can do is surrender. I let it take me, let him take me, until I’m boneless, trembling, completely wrecked beneath him.
Wow.
Before I can recover, he moves beneath me, shifting my body like I weigh nothing. He bends me over the arm of the couch, pressing my chest against the cushion.
A sharp slap lands on my ass.
Then another.
The sting spreads through me, making me gasp, making meachefor more. Then he grips my hips and drives into me again, burying himself to the hilt, stretching me all over again.
His hand tangles in my hair, fisting at the roots, pulling my head back, exposing my throat.
It’s exquisite torture.
I roll my hips to meet his thrusts, pushing back against him, matching his rhythm, grinding into him as deeply as I can. His breathing turns ragged, his grip on me tightening, his movements becoming more erratic.
His rhythm starts to falter.
His fingers flex against my hips, digging in.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he grits out, his voice low and raw.
He’s close.
"Turn around," he commands, punctuating it with one last sharp slap to my ass.
I obey, spinning to face him just as he yanks off the condom, his cock slick and throbbing in his grip. His dark eyes burn into mine, his jaw tight, his breath uneven. "I want to come in that filthy little mouth of yo?—"
Before he can finish, my lips sink over him.
His head falls back instantly, a strangled moan escaping his throat, his hands flying to my hair, gripping tight.
One thrust.
Two.
On the third, I take him as deep as I can, swallowing around him, feeling him pulse against my tongue.
A harsh, broken groan rips from his throat as he shudders, spilling down the back of my throat, his body tensing, his muscles flexing, as he lets go completely.
It’s the rawest, most wrecked sound I’ve ever heard a man make.
His jaw flexes as he looks down at me, still breathing hard, his hands still tangled in my hair. "Show me," he whispers.
I stick out my tongue, showing him the remnants of him in my mouth, and his eyes flash, his expression unmistakablyhungry. He drags a hand through his dark hair, his chest rising and falling, as he steps away, walking over to the bed. He lowers himself onto the edge, his elbows resting on his knees, looking . . .stunned.
Shell-shocked.
