“Fuck…Jayson!” Lana panted as her hips started moving in rhythm to his fingers.
“What do you want, Lana? Tell me…”
Lana’s breathing became panted and fast. “You…inside…”
Without another word, they both started shedding their clothes, flinging them around the room. When they came back together, it was just as frenzied, teeth clacking together in their rush to get back to each other’s mouths, but neither reacted, other than to feed off of each other’s moans and touches.
“Fuck, Lana, you’re so fucking tight,” Jayson moaned out as he started kissing his way down from her lips.
Jayson teased and sucked her nipples into needy hard points, making her scream out in pleasure. Lana gripped his hair to keep him there, she could come with just the feel of his mouth on her breasts.
She’d always loved her breasts pinched, sucked, and nibbled on until she begged for more. Jayson didn’t disappoint, making her a needy, begging mess.
When Jayson started kissing, nipping, and teasing his way south, she opened her legs wider, giving him easy access. As soon as his mouth touched her clit, she screamed his name.
Her whole body shook from the intensity of her orgasm. She’d never come that quick, that hard, or that fast just from a man touching her.
Who was she kidding, the only man she’d ever been with had been Jayson. She’d tried dating in the past and they lacked…a lot.
She even tried to have a one-night stand. Drunk off her ass, she still couldn’t go through with it.
She felt herself building toward another fast-pounding orgasm with Jayson’s mouth, his tongue, and his fingers working their magic. When she was about to close her legs to trap his head, he stopped, surging upwards, lining his cock to her entrance, thrusting hard and deep.
Lana came at the intrusion, her nails raking down his back, leaving a dark red path, drawing blood. Her body was on fire from his touches, she couldn’t get enough of the man.
Lana met Jayson thrust for thrust. They were a sweaty mess, their orgasms racing to the finish.
“Fuck, Lana! You feel so fucking good. You are so fucking tight around my cock,” Jayson panted in between thrusts.
Lana started to protest when Jayson moved to his knees, gripping her legs with each arm, tilting her hips. When he thrusted, he thrusted hard and deep, hitting a spot that detonated her orgasm.
“Oh God, Jayson!” she screamed out, her back bowing off of the bed.
“The only god in this bedroom is me, Lana,” Jayson growled as he pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach.
She cried out at the loss then moaned when she felt his hand rain down several smacks on her ass cheeks. She loved it when he manhandled her, especially after an argument.
“Chest on the bed, right leg up and ass arched, now,” Jayson ordered, landing another smack on her ass.
Lana quickly moved to comply with his orders. Her body was still hungry for his.
It’s need to soak up the memory of his touches, his kisses, and his cock heavy in the air. When she felt his hard thrust back into her hungry pussy, she nearly wept. What…the…fuck?
“Those orgasms were for you, Lana. Now, it’s my turn. I’m going to own this body again. You are mine!”
Jayson murmured into her ear, his upper body covering hers as he bent over her so that his mouth could reach her ear. He already owned her heart and body, he just didn’t realize that yet.
“I let you walk away from me once, never again. Fight it all you want, but your body, your heart, and your very fucking soul belong to me. It answers to mine. By my estimate, you owe me two pregnancies. Us, together. Fight it all you want, Lana, but you’re mine.”
Before Lana could ask what the fuck he meant, Jayson gripped her hip with one hand as he gripped her hair with the other and started pounding his cock into her relentlessly. He was marking her inside, outside, and every other way known or unknown to man or woman.
When she felt another orgasm approaching, hard and fast, she smacked the bed, her body shaking from the intensity, locking itself up in preparation. She arched her hip a little higher which made her eyes roll to the back of her head at the next thrust.
“Keep your chest on the bed and move that other leg up,” Jayson ordered as he thrusted deep.
When Jayson hit that spot three times in a row, Lana bit her pillow and screamed out, coming hard as her body shook. She knew Jayson was close with the fact he was shaking, cursing, and his rhythm lost its tempo.
When he came, he roared her name, his hold on her tight. When he collapsed on top of her, she couldn’t have moved if she’d wanted to.
