“That’s right. You like it. You fucking want it. Get yourself ready.”
“Jake.” My name’s a long, drawn-out whine. A complaint, which I don’t mind when she grips my ass in her hands and drags me tighter against her hot, hot center. “Come on.”
“Fuck, you want it. You want every drop.”
“I do,” she gasps, giving in a little more to this game that’s not a game, but isn’t real life either. “I want it.”
“That’s right.” A deep thrust, a long, slow withdrawal. “You want it bad.”
“Yeah.”
“So bad.”
She gasps through a handful of rough thrusts and then, because at heart, I’m just a selfish prick who gave up on loving anyone else a lifetime ago, I make her say it again. “You want me to fill you up with hot come, don’t you? Every fucking day.”
Her only reply is a grunt.
“Empty my balls into this willing hole. Give you a baby. Fuck, that’ll be so sexy. If you were mine, Katarina, I’d keep fucking you the whole time. Keep you pregnant, keep you full of my spunk.”
“Oh, god.”
The image—and her reaction—revs me up until my body’s about to fly over the edge and give her all the things I’m describing, but the idea that this could be the last time is unbearable.
She whines and twists her face away, eyes shutting against my crass words. I’m so far gone for this mess, my brain and body a knot of lust and need and want. So much want.
I withdraw from her entirely, deeply pleased when she reaches for me like she wants this as much as I do, then I grasp both of her thick thighs and press them up and back until they’re against her shoulders, opening her up to me.
She’s caught like this, trapped, her face visible, her pussy on display.
Like the dick I am, I make her wait like this and just stare, take in her addictive, earthy smell—our smell—and when I’m ready, palm her calves, line myself up and slowly, so goddamn slowly, sink back in.
“You’ve got to look, Katarina.”
She shakes her head.
“No. No denying this. You look or I stop.” Pretty sure we both know it’s a lie. “You watch me breed you. Watch.”
My body slows, muscles tensing with each obscene invasion of my dick into her pussy. I make a show of it, give her a version she’ll remember forever. Something to take to bed with her at night.
“You like that?” I meet her eyes head-on.
Something in my chest twists unnaturally.
She nods, but we both know it’s not enough. A part of me’s broken open and I’m on a rampage now. I’m forcing her to admit things, to give things she’s got no intention of sharing. Hell, I don’t even want anything from her. Just this. This.
“Say it. Tell me.”
“I…I like it,” she grits out. It’s an effort, I guess, when you’re folded in half and getting fucked so hard you’re bouncing halfway off the bed.
“I know you do.” The grin I give her is unhinged. “I know you try not to. I know you want to be all prim, all business, don’t you?”
“Jaaake,” she starts to complain, but I won’t let her. I can feel how tight she’s getting, I see her neck straining and feel the scratch of her nails on my back, my biceps.
“Beg me,” I tell her, so close to coming now my balls are high and tight, the zing of orgasm building low in my spine.
“What?”
“Beg me. For my come. Do it.”
