I tsk. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already a mess.”
“I need younow, Max,” she grits out.
I squeeze her left arse cheek with my free hand and pull my fingers out.
“Put me in,” I say, my voice rough.
Her gaze drops as I wrap my hand around hers, guiding both our grips down my cock as we drag it through her weeping seam.
“Eyes on me when I’m filling you.”
Her eyes snap to mine as I breach her entrance. Shifting my hold, I hook my hands beneath her knees, lifting her. Her arse hovers just off the dresser as I bury myself deep inside her hot channel.
She tilts her hips, pushing out her tits as I rut into her—deep and relentless.
“You feel so fucking good,” I pant.
“Faster, Max. Please,” she begs.
This isn’t like last night. Last night we took our time, savoring and indulging in each other. This is rough and dirty. Greedy. We’re both taking. This isn’t simply a want—it’s aneed.
I snap my hips and the slick sound of our bodies clapping together echoes through the small space.
My grip tightens as I pick up the pace, drawing back before slamming to the hilt, over and over.
“You f-feelsogood,” she moans, her voice a string ofbreathy whimpers that rise into a sweet siren song, drowning out the blood pounding in my ears.
As if compelled, I thrust harder, muscles straining as I fuck her senseless. My eyes are locked on the bounce of her tits and the way her mouth falls open in perfect bliss. My balls tighten, becoming heavy, and my cock swells. I’m desperate to come.
I wring every drop of pleasure from us. Nothing else exists—all the reasons why this is a terrible idea—they all evaporate into nothing. None of it matters. Because what could possibly justify starving ourselves of this? Of something this good? This consuming?
Her body takes every urgent thrust, giving in to me completely. My hands keep her steady and spread wide open as I drive myself into her, hard flesh meeting tender in perfect, reckless rhythm.
A fine sheen of sweat clings to my brow, but I don’t care. I burn for this. Forher.
“No one touches you but me, do they?” I ask.
“No one,” she gasps.
“Fuck. You feel incredible, sweetheart.”
We’re both lost in each other’s bodies and I’m finding it difficult to hold back my release.
“I want you to come for me,” I say. “Look at us.”
She joins me, dropping her gaze to where our bodies join—my cock disappearing inside her.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her. “You take me so well.”
Her arm curls around my neck, pulling me in and gripping me tight. Her lips seek mine and I happily oblige. Our tongues tangle as we both edge closer.
She heaves a shallow breath against my mouth. “I’m going to—I’m—”
“Me too, baby,” I groan.
“I want all of it,” she begs.
Her words are the end of me. I dive off the cliff, grinding my molars at the same time she climaxes. Her walls convulse around my rigid shaft, milking me. I bear down, gripping her tight as I expel thick, hot ropes of cum, filling her up.
