She’s still panting from the last orgasm. Her legs are shaking. Her back is slick with sweat.
And she's a mess.
A beautiful, perfect, fucked-out mess.
She looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes dark with need, her lips swollen from my kisses. She’s a goddamn vision. A goddess.
"Please," she begs, her voice hoarse. "I need you. Now."
That's all the encouragement I need. I surge forward, burying myself inside her in one hard thrust. She cries out, her body jolting forward.
I still for a moment, my hands on her hips, my gaze locked on the sight of my cock disappearing into her tight, wet heat.
Then I start to move. And I don't hold back.
I set a punishing rhythm, my hips snapping against hers, my cock driving into her, deep and hard. The sounds of our bodies slapping together, of her whimpers and my groans, fill the night.
I lean over her, my chest pressed against her back, my lips brushing against her ear.
"Is this what you wanted?" I growl, my breath hot against her skin. "To be fucked like this, out in the open, where anyone could see?"
She whimpers, her hands fisting in the blanket.
"To be used," I continue, my voice a low, dangerous rumble. "To be taken."
"Yes," she sobs. "God, yes."
I reach around and find her clit, hard and swollen. I rub it in tight, fast circles, and she screams, her body convulsing as another orgasm rips through her.
This one is different. Wilder. More intense. Her pussy clamps down on me, a hot, vise-like grip that sends a jolt of pure pleasure through me.
This position, this angle, it's too much. She feels even tighter, even wetter, and I can feel every ridge, every flutter of her walls as I piston in and out of her.
I lose all control, all pretense of finesse.
I need more. I need to break her completely. Leave her a mindless, fucked mess. Make her so thoroughly mine, she'll never think of another man again.
Her back is slick with sweat, and it makes it hard to keep my grip. I want her hair in my fist.
I grab a fistful of her hair, her wild, beautiful hair, and pull her head back, arching her neck. She cries out, a sound of pain and pleasure, her body tensing.
"Look at me," I command, my voice rough.
She forces her eyes open, and they lock with mine. They're dazed, unfocused, but they're on me. And that's all that matters.
"Who do you belong to?" I growl, my hips pounding against hers.
"You," she gasps, her body trembling uncontrollably. "I belong to you."
And that's it.
My control shatters. The world narrows to this one, single point of contact, to the hot, tight grip of her pussy, to the desperate, needy sounds she's making.
My release hits me like a freight train, a hot, blinding wave of pleasure that steals the air from my lungs. I roar her name, my body arching, my cock pulsing, emptying myself inside her as she comes on my cock, squeezing me tight.
It’s a tidal wave, an earthquake, a force of nature that rips through me, leaving me breathless, boneless, and completely and utterly spent.
I collapse on top of her, my body pinning hers to the blanket, my heart hammering against my back. She's still trembling, herbody a fine, delicate instrument that I've played to its absolute limit.
