I drag my palm down her rib cage, savoring the shiver that rolls through her. The thick head of my cock notches at her entrance, and she braces for more. I watch her face, searching her gaze as I push inside—slow and reverent. Her breath catches, halting the way her chest rises and falls with anticipation as she focuses on the sensation. I pause halfway, then plunge deeper, making her take the full length and loving the way her lips part.
“Logan,” she sighs.
I’m possessive of her—every utterance of my name, every muffled moan, every raw scream is mine now. She belongs to me, even if she doesn’t fully understand how yet.
Her thighs tremble. She stiffens her muscles, as if trying to dampen the tremors.
“Let me feel you shake.” My hand glides from her waist to her hips to under her thigh.
She relaxes, easing the tension, and her knees quiver against my sides. A rosy hue blooms on her cheeks—fuck, I love when she blushes. There’s something so sexy about seeing this woman shy and nervous.
She’s one of the strongest, most outgoing women I know, yet she completely submits under me. I pull out and thrust in again; her sounds are angelic.
“Just like that,” I coax.
Every caress is met with another round of shakes. I grip her flesh, driving inside again and again, and she arches her back.
Sitting on the balls of my feet, I rest her legs on my shoulders and her white shirt rides up as I watch my length disappear into her.
“Every inch of me was made to fuck you exactly like this.”
“Maybe I was made for you too,” she says, her voice breathy.
Fuck.Clutching the white shirt collar, I tear it open, the sound of ripping fabric echoing around us. She startles and then laughs.
“Show me how your pretty pierced tits bounce when I pound into you.”
Her grin splits her face. “So savage,” she purrs.
“For you I am,” I pant, snapping my hips into her. “Do you like having that control over me?”
“I love it.”
I draw her into my chest, pressing my teeth into her shoulder, and roll us, putting her on top of me. She yelps at the brief bite of pain, then steadies herself, letting the remains of my tattered shirt fall from her delicate frame. Planting her palms on my chest, she grinds on my cock, every movement languid and unhurried as she teases me.
This is a punishment, she’s purposefully torturing me, and I’m relishing every second.
Her hips lazily roll, and I can’t take my sight off her body. “How’s this?” she taunts. The ache inside me grows. I want her bouncing on my dick and crying my name. I’m fucking greedy. “Why so quiet, Logan?”
I shake my head, grinning at her adorable, naïve display of boldness. “Goddamn it, Kelly.”
My hands find her soft hips, and I grip the flesh before gliding over her ass, lifting a palm and striking down with a loud clap. She yelps, her pussy throttling me. I’m obsessed with this woman.
“Aw, Chaos. You think you can play me, huh?”
She retreats, letting me slip out. Without blinking, I clasp each of her nipple piercings and tug her forward. “Sweetheart, I’ve been practicing. I’ve been celibate for three goddamn years waiting to fuck you?—”
She gasps, eyes wide.
I haven’t dated, how is this a surprise?Either way, it makes me smile. “That’s right. You can mess with me all you want, but you’ll lose control long before I do. I’m better at this than you.”
“You weren’t the only one who had to keep their hands to themselves.” she says, hovering above me.
I smirk. “Is that what you did, Chaos? Think about how I’d fuck you, then go home and keep your hands to yourself?” I flick her piercings. The need to grab her and impale her on my cock has my fingers twitching.
“Sometimes,” she admits.
Fucking hell.I want to see that.
