“So sad and lonely.” She continued her exploration, her delicate fingers rolling down my chest.
“Tell me, Josette. Are you happy? Have you found your one true love, able to live your life in a perfect whitewashed house? I can tell you’re hiding something from me that keeps you from truly being happy.”
“Aren’t you the one who told me everyone is hiding something? Besides, there is no such thing as perfect, Sinclair. Real love is messy and unbridled, difficult and painful, but also joyful and provocative.” She shifted back and forth across my lap, grinding to the point I had difficulty breathing. My balls were tight as drums, my cock pinched against the zipper of my trousers.
“Does that mean you’ve found it?” I slid a finger down the side of her face, pushing aside several strands of hair in order to see every inch.
“I don’t know. Have I?”
“I guess we’ll see. You’re going to ride me, my sweet Josette. Show me how famished you are.”
Shifting back to my knees, she fingered my buckle, brushing her index finger across it as if in reverence. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her as she finally decided to obey me, tugging on the leather strap until she freed it from the metal.
I jutted my hips forward until she was able to accomplish her feat, releasing my aching cock. Sighing, I closed my eyes, no longer worried she would continue struggling. She knew what would happen, the punishment I would bestow. I shuddered as she wrapped her hand around my shaft, squeezing before sliding her fingers up and down several times.
Fuck. The feeling was incredible, every nerve standing on end. I was pitched into my own sense of ecstasy, my cock throbbing.
She said nothing, made no sounds whatsoever as she swirled her finger around my cockhead ever so slowly. Within seconds, pre-cum trickled from the slit. Hearing her slight murmur forced me to open my eyes, my chest heaving as she ran her finger through the beads, bringing her hand to her face. The fact she teasedme was unexpected, her expression one of command as well as delight.
I held my breath as she brought her finger to her mouth, first sliding it across her lips before opening her mouth.
She’d never looked so beguiling or vulnerable as when she slipped her finger inside, sucking, her jaw clamping down. I was mesmerized as I watched her, my hunger still off the charts. Damn if I wasn’t ready to explode.
After taking her time, drilling her finger in and out, she lowered her hand once again, stroking from the base to the tip, twisting her hand until she created wave after wave of friction. My God, what the woman was doing to me.
She gripped my shoulders, quivering in anticipation. When I pulled her down, pushing the tip past her swollen folds, her fingers dug into me. I yanked her all the way down, exhaling as her muscles struggled to accept every inch of my cock.
“Fuck. So tight.”
While a moan escaped her mouth, she chewed on her lower lip, as if trying to keep from releasing her true feelings. The power of our connection intensified, our heated bodies scalding. I was in a fog as I lifted her again, repeating the move.
Then again.
Jesus. The heat was explosive.
Still trembling, she took several gasping breaths, tossing her head then staring me directly in the eyes as she bucked against me. She pressed her knees against my thighs, holding us both in place and did exactly as I’d commanded, riding me like a wild bronco.
I cupped her breasts, holding her in place, squeezing until she was forced to cry out. I had difficulty concentrating, struggling to catch my breath as she swayed back and forth, her wildness creating a wave of energy rolling through me.
The feeling of being deep inside, of taking what I continuously hungered for pushed hard on my possessive nature. The thought of keeping her, owning her was almost all I could think about.
Every touch of her soft skin invigorated me, every brush of her lips against mine driving me insane. I pinched her nipples, twisting them until she cried out in pain. But the look in her eyes, the glassiness while her eyelashes skimmed across her soft cheeks was a clear indication she thrived on the hint of agony.
Within seconds, I could tell she was close to another orgasm. When she opened her eyes, her pupils were dilated, her mouth open in a perfect O.
As she threw her head back, gasping for air, I pressed my fingers into her hips, holding her in place, my cock growing inside her tight little channel. The rush of her juice covering my shaft boosted my desire. I needed to claim every inch of her, to take everything that I’d hungered for since meeting her.
Nothing was going to stop me.
“So good. So… Good. Don’t stop.”
I had no intention of stopping. I longed to fill her with my seed, to cover every inch of her body with my cum. Being with her had already become an obsession.
She gasped, raking her fingers down my chest, her body shaking uncontrollably. I’d never seen another woman react with suchpassion, her skin shimmering. My thoughts became vile and sadistic, my need to consume her uncontrollable.
When she stopped shaking, she lowered her head, folding her body against mine. I closed my eyes, allowing the comforting moment even though my cock continued to ache like a son of a bitch. I rolled my hand through her hair, rubbing my fingers down her spine then twisting my hand around her silky strands.
With her eyes still dilated, she laughed softly and lolled her head against my shoulder. My cock throbbed deep within her wetness, the need to release driving me into the moment of losing all control.
