My eyes fell to Austin. His thick, muscular frame filled the bench, broad shoulders relaxed, and his chest rising with heavy breaths. It was his eyes, dark and brimming with lust, that made my pulse race. His hard length stood ready.
Without a word, he scooted back. His hands quickly found my waist as he guided me. I placed my knees on either side of his thighs, our bodies aligning perfectly. The mirror captured everything—the strength of his frame beneath me, the hunger in his gaze, and the tension that sparked between us.
“I was so scared,” I whispered as I hovered over his length.
His brows furrowed. “Of?”
He tightened his hands on my waist, and I brought my forehead down to his.
“You said you loved me,” I breathed, desperate for him to confirm it again—away from the cameras, to me and me alone.
“Y-You don’t have to say it back. I didn’t, uhm, don’t expect you to.”
His eyes roamed over my face, searching for something, anything—an answer I didn’t have. Not yet. His gaze was intense, filled with hope and fear, as if my response could make or break him.
“Let this be my answer, for now.”
As I sank onto him, the stretch was devastating, his thick cock pushing past my entrance, forcing me open inch by inch. The burn was sharp, the pressure intense, and it made my breath hitch in my throat. He filled me completely, his size overwhelming, every inch pressing deeper until I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began. His hands clamped down hard on my hips.
A loud, desperate moan ripped from my throat, and I threw my head back, my hair spilling in wild waves down my back. The feeling was unbearable and perfect all at once, my body trembling as it adjusted to him.
“Fuck, Char,” Austin groaned. “Look at us. Watch how fucking good you look.”
I forced my eyes to the mirror, my chest heaving as I watched our bodies come together. His cock disappeared inside me, and he stretched me wide with every roll of my hips. My tits bounced with each thrust. His gaze was glued to the sight, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he groaned again, his restraint hanging by a thread.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned back to him, and he didn’t hesitate. He latched onto my nipple, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. The sharp pleasure made me cry out, my hips grinding down on him, desperate for more. From this angle, I was just a little taller than him, and it gave me the perfect leverage to ride him harder. His lips tugged and teased, his tongue flicking mercilessly, and the sound of his groans against my skin sent another wave of heat pooling between my legs.
“Look at yourself,” he demanded. “Tell me what you see.”
I looked down at Austin and grabbed onto his shoulders, digging my nails in as I started to bounce on top of him. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and I looked back at the mirror.
“Use your words,” he growled.
“I-I see...” I struggled to form a coherent thought.
He was so big, stretching and filling me in a way that made everything else pale in comparison. No one else could ever make me feel like this. No one. He gripped my hips tighter, guiding my movements, helping me ride him harder, deeper, as he groaned with pleasure.
I turned my focus back to the mirror, my eyes locking onto the image. Sweat glistened on his forehead, his curls wild and untamed as his head tilted back. The sight of his body beneath mine, his thick cock disappearing into me with every thrust, was hypnotic.
“I see us,” I murmured.
“Is that ugly?”
His eyes flicked toward the mirror, directing my attention back to it. I watched as our bodies moved in perfect sync, my curves rolling against his hard frame, his hands gripping me possessively. I saw a wife seeking and claiming pleasure from her husband, a woman unapologetically taking what she wanted.
“No,” I whispered. “It’s . . . beautiful.”
Austin’s gaze returned to mine, his lips curving into a satisfied smirk. He nodded in approval. “Exactly.”
He returned his attention back to my nipple, and I arched backward, offering myself to him completely. What was unfolding between us was a slow, burning passion—sensual and deliberate. It was everything I had ever craved.
I gripped his shoulders tightly, my body curving into a perfect backward C. I thrust my hips forward, feeling him bury himself deep inside me, then I pulled back just as quickly, relishing the way his thick cock bottomed out with each movement. I wasn’t just giving; I was taking. Greedy. Desperate. Driven entirely by raw, carnal need.
“You feel so good,” I mewled.
Each thrust sent him slamming into my G-spot, a burst of white-hot pleasure coursing through me every time. My head fell back, and I let the sensations consume me.
Austin’s grip on my hips tightened as his thrusts deepened. His lips brushed against my ear, his voice low and rough, sending shivers down my spine.
