I prop myself on my elbows, watching as he rolls the latex down his length. His cock stands thick and hard, flushed dark at the tip, and my core clenches in response, empty and aching to be filled by none other than him.
He covers my body with his, kneeling between my spread thighs and poking the head of his cock into my entrance. I’m sowet, so ready, that he sinks halfway in on the first push, making me gasp.
The stretch burns. Perfect. Overwhelming.
“Breathe,” he commands, voice strained. “Relax for me.”
I force myself to exhale, and he slides deeper. My head falls back on a moan, the rough carpet biting into my shoulders, and he takes advantage, sealing his lips against my throat, sucking another mark as he bottoms out.
“Fuck,” he grits out. “You feel?—”
I roll my hips experimentally, cutting off whatever else he might say, the drag of him inside me igniting every nerve. He takes the hint, backing out slowly until only the tip remains, then slamming back in. My body jerks, overwhelmed by the intensity, the fullness, the way he hits every sensitive spot inside me.
“That’s it.” His rhythm builds, each thrust harder, deeper, driving me across the rough carpet until he anchors me with a hand on my hip, fingers digging in like he’ll never let go. Never let me disappear again. “Good girl.”
I can’t form words, can only moan and whimper as he pounds into me, his cock hitting places inside me that make everything go hazy with pleasure. The slap of skin on skin fills the room, mixed with our ragged breaths.
Then he slows, torturously, giving me inch by inch, his mouth ghosting over mine for a kiss that’s incongruously gentle, given the brutal pace he was setting.
“You take me so well,” he murmurs. “So perfect for me.”
“Julien—” His name breaks on my lips with another deep thrust.
He slides his hand between us, thumb finding my swollen clit and circling with perfect pressure. The dual sensations are too much, too good. Building me up like a storm.
“Fuck.” His hand wraps around my throat as he leans in and brushes his lips against the shell of my ear. “Will you be a good girl for me and come on my cock?”
I nod frantically. So close. Right there.
“Look at me,” he commands. “I want to see it. See you fall apart for me.”
My eyes flutter open, locking on his. The intensity there—raw need, possessive heat, something that looks dangerously like… no?—
I shatter.
My whole body quivers, waves of pleasure crashing through me so violently I scream his name, my pussy clenching around him in rhythmic pulses that seem to go on forever. Alive. Free. He keeps moving, keeps touching me, wringing every last tremor from me until I’m boneless and spent, tears streaming down my cheeks from the overwhelming release, not just physical, but emotional, like he’s fucked the invisibility right out of me.
No one can take this from me.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs against my temple, still moving inside me. “You’re so fucking perfect. So beautiful when you come.”
The words sink in, mending cracks in my soul that I’ve been patching with tape my whole life. His rhythm falters, hips stuttering as he chases his own release, and I clench around him deliberately, wanting to give him the same shattering pleasure he gave me.
Three more claiming thrusts, and he’s following me over the edge with a deep growl that tears from his chest, his body going rigid as he empties himself inside me.
We collapse together, sweaty and trembling. His weight should be uncomfortable, but I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him against me, never wanting to let go.
“Dakota.” He turns his head and kisses me.
Soft. Sweet. Tender.
Still buried inside me, still connected in the most intimate way possible.
He rolls his hips, thrusting deeper, and I jerk, oversensitive and raw, a whimper escaping as fresh sparks ignite. The carpet’s rough against my ass, sweat cools on my skin, the weight of him pins me down, a faint pleasant soreness blooms between my thighs, but I never felt better.
“So,” he says, voice ragged but teasing, lips quirking up at the corner, “never pegged you for someone who’d get so wet from being called a good girl.”
Heat floods my cheeks. “I didn’t.”
