His grip on my hip tightens.
“You’re already close, aren’t you?” His voice rumbles dark and hot against my ear.
“Yes,” I gasp, my nails dragging down his scalp. “Yes, I—fuck, harder.”
He obeys. His next thrust hits that spot deep inside me that makes my vision whites out.
I scream.
Holy shit, I scream.
My nails score his shoulders, my body trembling.
He does it again.
And again.
Each snap of his hips sends me spiraling higher beyond control.
“Come for me.” His lips crash back onto mine.
His tongue invades my mouth, matching the thrust of his cock, and it’s too much—it’s everything.
I shatter.
Pleasure riots through me. My pussy clamps down around him as wave after wave of my orgasm crashes over me.
He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow. He fucks me through it, drawing out every last tremor.
“I’m right with you.” He buries his face in my neck, breath hot and ragged against my skin.
Then his breath breaks, and he tenses. He surges once, twice, before coming hard.
For a long moment, we stay like this. Me pinned to the door and both of us panting and trembling.
His cock is still buried inside me, twitching with the last waves of his orgasm.
It gives me a second to gather my thoughts.
Bloody hell, this is the best sex I’ve ever had.
I mean ever.
I’ve never come so quickly, so hard—so intense.
My head still rests against the wall, back pressed against the rough, embossed floral wallpaper that burns against my skin.
“That was a pretty good next time.” His mouth finds my throat, teeth grazing.
My lips part as I drag in another shuddering breath, ending in a half-chuckle. “Just good?”
“Okay—really good.”
“Uh-huh.” His mouth presses my neck. “Right now? I’m really enjoying this part.”
I lift my head to watch him. “Oh yeah?”
My hands find his shoulders, resting there as my fingers play with the hair at the back of his scalp.
