“Fuck, that’s what I want to hear.”
I slid two fingers into her, slow and deliberate, curling them just right as I sucked her clit back into my mouth. She screamed, her thighs clamping around my head as her body bucked into my face.
“Good girl,” I growled. “That’s it. Come for me again. Let me taste every fucking drop.”
She came hard, squeezing my fingers like a vise, her cries unfiltered. I didn’t stop. I worked her through it, licking and sucking until she was sobbing and trying to pull away, the pleasure too much and her body overwhelmed.
I eased up slowly, licking her softly as she shuddered and shook. When I finally pulled back, her pussy was fluttering with aftershocks, and she looked wrecked. And stunning. Her hair was tangled, her lips swollen, and her tits rose and fell with every desperate breath she took.
I stripped the rest of my clothes off and moved up her body, covering her with mine, every inch of my skin against hers. My cock rubbed against her slick folds, the heat so intense it made my vision blur.
“You ready for me?” I brushed her hair off her face, my voice raw.
She nodded, her lips trembling. “Yes.”
I kissed her again, slow and deep. Then I gripped my cock, positioned it at her entrance, and began to push in. “Oh fuck, baby.”
She was so fucking tight, and I had to go inch by inch, letting her body open for me. Her breath came in sharp pants, her hands gripping my biceps like lifelines.
I paused at the barrier, searching her face. “Breathe, baby. I’ve got you.”
She exhaled and nodded, and I pushed forward, breaking through in one slow, steady thrust until I was fully inside her.
She gasped, tears glinting at the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t flinch. Just held on.
“That’s it,” I whispered, kissing her cheek. “You did so well, baby. So fucking good.”
I stayed still, letting her adjust and whispering filthy promises in her ear about how good I was going to make her feel. When her body started to relax, I began to move. Slow at first, I let her feel every drag and push of my cock inside her virgin pussy.
Then her hips lifted. Her breath caught. Her body clenched.
And I lost my fucking mind.
I started to move harder and deeper, my hips driving into her with steady, relentless force. Every inch of her clung to me, her body gripping my cock like she was made for it—tight, wet, and pulsing with need. Her mouth was open, eyes half-lidded, and brows drawn together with pleasure she couldn’t process. It all pushed me closer to the edge.
“Fuck, baby,” I growled, biting down on her throat just enough to make her moan. “You’re so damn tight. Squeezing me so hard I can barely breathe. That’s it, baby. Fuck!”
“I don’t,” she gasped. “Reeve, please. Don’t stop.”
“Not a fucking chance.” I drove deeper. “I’ve been holding back for too long. You’re getting everything, Elena. Every inch and drop, every fucking thing I have.”
She cried out, clinging to me, her nails digging into my back. I could feel the tremors building in her again, the way her body started to break apart under mine—desperate, frantic, and utterly undone.
“That’s it,” I panted against her mouth. “Come on, baby. Come all over my cock. Want to feel that tight, wet pussy milk me dry.”
Her entire body went taut, and then she shattered.
She screamed my name. Her legs locked around my hips, and her pussy spasmed in wild pulses around me. “That’s it, baby. Ride it out. Let me fucking feel you come.”
Finally, I slammed deep, locking in tight, and grinding hard once more. Then I roared as I exploded inside her. My release tore through me, brutal and raw, a rough sound ripping from my throat as my vision went white.
I stayed buried to the hilt, my hips jerking one last time. Her body was still clenching, pulling me deeper like it couldn’t let me go.
We lay there tangled, breathless, sweat-slicked, and shaking. I kept most of my weight off her with a forearm braced beside her head, but I wasn’t leaving her body. Not yet. Not when I was still twitching inside her, and she was still so hot and tight around me I could barely think.
Her eyes fluttered open slowly, dazed and shining. She looked blissed out and radiant, her hair fanned across my pillow, and her lips parted as she tried to catch her breath.
I stared at her like a man committing something sacred to memory.
