“Yes.” I barely recognize the needy whine coming out of me. “Please, Clay. I want it…”
He closes his eyes for a moment, exhaling. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
Then he reaches between us, gripping the base of his cock and holding it in position. I rest my hands on his chest, sliding against his length until I feel the tip poking against my entrance.Then, with my eyes fixed on Clay’s, I sink down on his giant cock, taking him deep inside me. We both groan loudly, lips parting as we look at each other.
“Oh, fuck,” Clay mutters. “Fuck…”
It feels so good. I’m stretched tight, impaled on his girth, stuffed so full of him I can hardly breathe. My eyes water as I wriggle my hips, trying to get used to the sensation. It stings, but it’s a delicious kind of pain. I want more. Ineedmore.
“You okay, sugar?” Clay asks, breathing hard. “How does it feel?”
“So good. I love it.”
“That’s my good girl.” He grits his teeth, like he’s trying to stay in control. “You feel incredible. So fucking tight…”
I keep my hands on his chest for balance, gasping as Clay starts to move. He bucks his hips, thrusting up inside me, his body smacking against mine.
“You like that, baby?”
“Yes…yes!”
He groans. “Fuck, you’re taking it so good.”
I start to move with him, riding his cock, bearing down as he pushes up. We settle into a desperate rhythm, the bed creaking beneath us.
“That’s it, baby.” Clay’s eyes are wild, burning with lust. “Just like that.”
Our gazes lock as we fuck, wet slapping sounds filling the room. Sweat is beading on my skin, my nails digging into Clay’s chest. Every inch of him feels so huge beneath me, strong and solid as a mountain. My hands look tiny against his giant muscles. But it makes me feel safe. Protected.
“You’re all mine, sugar,” he growls. “Mine.”
He sounds half-feral, laying his claim as he stuffs me full of his cock.
“Say it, Savannah.”
“Yours,” I sob. “I’m yours.”
And I know with all my heart it’s the truth.
11
CLAY
I watchin awe as this sweet angel rides me hard. Her hair is tossed back over her shoulders, cheeks pink, eyes molten as she takes every inch of my cock. Her tits bounce as she moves, fingers digging into my chest like I’m driving her wild.
That’s my girl.
“Look at you,” I tell her, thrusting my cock up into her tight pussy. “Fuck, you look like a goddess taking my dick like that, sugar.”
She mewls with pleasure at my words, biting her lip hard. I love seeing her like this—out of control, wild with need. I buck my hips faster, pounding her, savoring the strangled cry that escapes her throat. My gaze slides down to the place where our bodies meet, and I groan at the sight.
“Fuck, Savannah…”
My cock looks huge inside her tiny pussy. Every inch disappears as she takes it greedily, her tight pink hole stretched open, coating my shaft in cream. It’s so fucking hot.
“Oh, Clay,” she whimpers. “Clay, yes!”
I feel her slick walls fluttering around me, her movements turning frantic.
