He cups my tits and gives me a firm squeeze, pressing them together as I start to move. His eyes are glued to them, watching how they bounce in his hands, overflowing them. My eyes close as his thumbs rub my nipples.
Hell. The feel of him inside of me while he’s doing that…
He’s still for a few minutes, letting me move, allowing me to lead. Encouraging me at every turn with things like, “That’s it. Take what you need. Show me how you want it. Take me deeper. You know you want to.”
And I do.
It’s not even him, it’s me, I realize.Ifeel beautiful.Ifeel sexy.Ifeel… unstoppable. Like the woman I always wanted to be. The one no longer hidden inside or pushed down by the words and actions of others. I’m taking charge, and I fucking love it.
My hands plant into his chest, and I use it for leverage as I angle myself forward and grind up and down his cock. It’s a smooth glide. In and out. But this angle is everything. It’s so good, and he’s hitting this spot inside of me that has me winded and gasping for air. He takes advantage, shifting his hands to my hips and thrusting up into me. It’s the first time he’s done that, and holy fuck.
“Oh god!” I cry out, my eyes rolling back while my nails dig into his chest.
He captures the back of my head and brings my mouth down to his, swallowing my moans with a dizzying kiss. Our tongues tangle, and I lose myself to this. The feel of himfucking in and out of me, his hands all over me, in his breath and taste and sounds and smell.
On my next heartbeat, he flips us over until I’m on my back in the center of the bed. My legs hit his shoulders, and he bends me until his mouth is back on mine. “I want you like this now,” he rasps against my lips before taking another deep, plunging kiss. “Because soon I won’t be able to fuck you like this. I’ll have to be careful and gentle. Tender. But not yet. I can still fuck you hard now, can’t I?”
It takes me a moment to grasp what he’s talking about, but when I realize he means because my belly will be too big for it, I gasp and have to bite my lip.
“Don’t do that.” He cups my face. “I’m going to love fucking you as your body changes and grows.”
I don’t know how to make sense of that. Of the way he’s talking right now. With how good this feels, I don’t want to. Because if I give that an inch inside of me, it’ll grow and multiply, and there will be no going back. Not just physically, but he’ll tear my heart to shreds and have my mind wrapped around him like he owns both.
My hands clutch the blanket above my head, and I let him pound into me. It’s fast but deep and paced. Not frantic or out of control. Not for Aston. He fucks me with precision. And he does it so goddamn well.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this,” he confesses against my lips, still holding my face so I can’t escape him. “Having you in my bed, feeling you come around me.”
Heat spreads through me, making my pussy clench and my fingers tingle. “Tell me,” I pant as I move faster, my hips canting in time with his, chasing the building pressure, hoping it happens, hoping this is the time I come during sex.
His hand slides to my jaw, his thumb in my mouth, and I open my eyes to find his wicked smile right above me. I suck onhis thumb, and his eyes smolder. “You want to hear how I jerked off thinking about you? How I’ve imagined these perfect tits in my hands and your sweet cunt wrapped around my cock?”
His filthy words send shockwaves through me. I’ve never had anyone talk to me like this. I certainly never knew how much I liked it.
“Yes.” I lean up and kiss him with his thumb between our lips. “Yes. I want to know.”
His hands meet the mattress on either side of my head, and his hips pound into me, rocking forward and angling up. It’s dizzying. Mind-bending. His light hair is dark with sweat, and his perfect body is coated in a sheen of it.
“How about I show you?” He slides out of me and draws me off the bed until I’m standing with shaky legs. His hand presses into the back of my neck, and he pushes me flat on the bed, leaving my ass in the air. He grasps my hips, lifts them up, and slams back into me.
“Shit!” I hiss, my eyes pinching shut.
His chest meets my back, his lips by my ear, his hot breath making me quake. “That. That sound. The way your cunt feels. Being able to fuck you until all you feel is me.” He moves hard, holding me down, taking over everything, so I have no choice but to feel him exactly as he said. His cock pistons in and out of me, his lower abdomen slamming against my ass and making the bed creak. “I’ve wanted you like this since that first night,” he continues, his voice dark and dangerous. “Wanted to taste every inch of you.” He licks a trail up my spine, tasting my skin and sweat. “Wanted to hear those sweet little sounds you make when you’re being so fucking good for me. Like you are right now.”
My eyes pinch shut as warmth spirals through me.
“Take it, my little swan. Feel it. Let me own this. Let me own you.”
I shake my head because I can’t let him do that, and he growls. Fisting my hair, he pulls back, arching my neck so he can kiss me. His tongue shows no mercy. Neither does his cock as he fucks me. The sting on my scalp somehow only heightens it.
“Mine,” he grunts into my mouth. “Just like that. Take what I give you. You’re so fucking wet for me, and your pussy is so tight, I know you love it.” His grip on my hair tightens, and his other hand slides beneath me to find my clit.
I’m close, and he knows it. He feels it.
With an arrogant fucking smirk against my cheek, he says, “Your hot little cunt is about to gush all over me, and when it does, I’m going to fill you up. You’ll be dripping my cum all night. You’ll touch yourself, feel it there, and wake me up to beg for me to do this to you again because you can’t stand not feeling my cock inside of you.”
And that does it for me. The dirty as all sin words, the filthy promise, and the way he’s rubbing my clit and fucking me in exactly the right place and even pulling my goddamn hair. I don’t have a choice. There’s no holding back or mental hang-up. I come hard and loud. My hands scrape at the blanket, and I pull away from his grasp so I can smother my face to stifle my screams. It’s consuming. My whole body has been ignited.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, his rhythm faltering. “You’re squeezing me so good. So fucking good. Fuck, yes!”
