I slap her left cheek. Then the right again. Her skin turns pink, showing the clear outline of my palm, and she moans louder.
"You like that?" I growl, doing it again. "Like having my handprint on your ass?"
"Yes," she sobs. "Yes, fuck, yes—"
I keep going. Fucking her hard while marking her ass with my hands. Watching her take everything I give her and beg for more. This is better than any fantasy. Better than anything I could have imagined.
But something's missing. Something I need.
I slow my thrusts and lean over her, my chest against her back. "I need to see your face," I tell her. "Need to watch you while I fuck you."
She nods eagerly. "Yes. Please. I want that too."
I pull out. She whimpers at the loss, and I help her turn over. "On your back. Spread your legs for me."
She obeys immediately, lying back against the pillows and spreading her thighs wide. Her breasts bounce with themovement, nipples hard and flushed. Her face is covered in a sheen of sweat. Her hair is messy. She's absolutely fucking perfect.
And she's touching herself. Two fingers circling her clit while she watches me, mouth open, chest heaving.
"Please," she begs. "I need you back inside me. Need to feel you—"
I cover her body with mine, lining up again, and thrust home in one hard slam dunk. Her eyes roll back. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream. Her pussy clenches around me so fucking tight.
"Look at me," I command, gripping her face with one hand. "Keep your eyes on me, Nicole. Want to watch you fall apart."
Her eyes snap to mine, and the connection is electric. Intense. Like I can see straight into her soul and she can see into mine.
I start moving. Harder than before. Deeper. One hand beside her head for leverage, the other cupping her cheek, thumb brushing her lips.
"Boone," she gasps my name like a prayer. "Oh God, Boone—"
"That's it, sweetheart. Say my name. Let everyone know who's fucking you."
She wraps her arms around my torso, or tries to, her hands can't quite meet, and pulls me down. My chest crushes her breasts. Our faces are inches apart. I can feel her breath on my lips.
"Cum inside me," she whispers.
I freeze. "What?"
"Cum inside me." Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my ass. "Be the first man to do it. Please, Boone. I need. I need to feel you."
Something breaks inside me. All control, all restraint, all rational thought. She wants me to be the first. The only man to ever cum inside her. To mark her that way. To claim her completely.
I thrust harder. Faster. Merciless. The bed frame slams against the wall with every movement. She's crying out, nails digging into my back, legs locked around me like she's never letting go.
"Mine," I growl against her neck. "You're mine, Nicole. Say it."
"Yours," she sobs. "I'm yours, Boone, always—"
The orgasm hits me like a freight train. My hips stutter, my cock pulses, and I empty myself inside her. Two thick ropes of cum coating her inner walls, marking her, claiming her in the most primal way possible.
She screams, her pussy clenching around me, milking every last drop. Her legs tighten, making sure I can't pull out, making sure she gets everything.
"Yes," she moans. "Yes, fuck, I can feel it—feel you—"
I collapse beside her, completely spent. My cock is still half-hard, resting on my stomach, glistening with our combined fluids. I'm breathing hard. My heart is racing. My entire body feels like jelly.
But I've never felt better in my life.
