I fist a hand in his hair. “Just like that. Yes. Get it wet for me.”
Thumbs part my sex, and he darts for my clit—licking, sucking, humming until my climax explodes, and I’m forcefully humping his face. “Fuck, that’s so good.Unghhhh.Don’t stop.” Like a leech, his mouth remains latched, and then he adds fingers—pumping into my pussy fast and rough. I moan profanity and prayers, and I give praise with abandon, as my sustained orgasm plows through.
When I can’t take it anymore, I push him off and stare at the way his face glistens like icing. I pull him down until all that hard muscle is on top of me and I can taste myself onhis lips. “Fuck me,” I breathe, then wrap my legs around his narrow waist. “Fuck me right here—just like this.”
The wide crown of his cock has already found its target, and I buck my hips to make the point abundantly clear.
“I’m allowed to?” he pants.
“I’m telling you. I need to feel you like this.”
Broad arms bracket my head, and he suddenly stops kissing me to read my face. It’s only for a couple of seconds, then his expression softens. “Thank you for trusting me.”
They’re not the words I thought he’d say; they’re the words I didn’t know I needed to hear. Validation that he understands the significance of allowing him on top of me—a man, someone bigger and stronger, who could easily overpower me. I’m not in the safety of my own home, and I’m completely vulnerable.
And Jonah understands.
“I’ll do anything you want, Renée.”
I cup underneath his jaw with both hands and kiss him deeply while urging him into my body. “Who’s in charge?”
He sinks a couple of inches and his forehead falls against mine. “You are.”
I moan when he slides all the way in. This man has a perfect dick—not too big, not too small—it’s that thick Goldilocks cock—and it’s all mine.
He moves inside me with a deep, slow rhythm until everything feels slick and our lips throb from kissing. His forearms stay planted next to my head until I give him the green light to touch my breasts. He gropes them, and kisses the flesh spilling over my bra.
“Gorgeous,” he growls, feasting on them the way he feasts between my legs, and sending fresh waves of lust crashing over me.
“I love you, Jonah.”
Then, his mouth is back on mine. “I love you too.”
“Then fuck me hard. Show me how aggressive your lovereally is.”
He groans like giving him this permission is more erotic than the penetrative sex we’re currently having.
Jonah sits on his heels and grips my hips—his thumbs sliding in that cozy little spot where my hips and tummy crease. But there’s nothing cozy about the way he slams into me, or the fire burning in his eyes as he watches himself fuck my swollen pussy. He’s thrusting so hard, I have to reach for the headboard and lock my arms to keep from sliding up the bed.
Jesus, this man can fuck.
When he adds a thumb to rub my hard little bundle of nerves, my eyes roll back. “Yesss,” I moan.
“You like that?” he asks, voice shaking, but he knows the answer.
“Yes,” I swallow. “Talk to me.”
“Should I tell you how sexy you are? Writhing here... taking me,” he grunts. “Squeezing my cock with that tight pussy, and your fuckin’ tits bouncing every time I slam into you.”
My breathing is hard, and I nod.
“Ilovehow hard you make me work for it,” he says. “Never stop.”
“Jonah! Jonah, I’m almost there. Put your hand here,” I instruct, and with his other hand, he presses his palm to my mons. With the added pressure, his cock easily rubs against my G-spot, and I shatter seconds later.
Pleasure rockets through my body, every nerve ending is alight with my orgasm. The soles of my feet are scorching hot—something I haven’t felt from an orgasm in years—and there’s a mind-numbing fullness inside my ears.
He curses at the vise grip my cunt has on him. “Yes baby,” he groans. “All over me. God, you’re making such a beautiful mess. Use me, use me, use me.Yeeees, yes that’s it, thank you.”
