My thighs burn, the muscles shaking, but the pleasure drowns out everything else, driving me, keeping me locked in the motion, in the push and pull of us. The way he looks at me—like I’m something holy, something he’d worship for eternity—makes me want to give him more. I’ve never felt like this. Never felt wanted like this—like I belong in someone’s hands, in someone’s bed, like I’m meant to be fucked this way.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he pants out, his voice coming apart at the seams. His fingers tighten, his grip a brand on my skin. “Fucking yourself on my cock. Taking everything I give you.”
The praise fuels my fire, igniting something reckless and wild inside me. So, I ride him harder, chasing the edge, chasing the fall, wanting to drag him with me, to pull him under until there’s nothing left but us.
My clit grinds against his pelvis. Each thrust sends me spiraling higher, tighter.
So close.
“Stop.”
I obey, freezing mid-grind.
Koen’s head falls back against the pillow, his jaw clenched so tightly I can see the muscle twitch. A ragged groan rips from his throat, his fingers flexing against my hips like he’s fighting every instinct in his body not to flip me over and fuck me senseless.
“I’m too close,” he grits out.
My chest heaves as I delight in his struggle, the way his entire body is straining with need, and a slow, wicked smile spreads across my lips.
I love wrecking him.
I love knowing I can.
“It’s fine.” I drag my nails down his chest, then farther, watching his abs tense beneath my touch. I drop my mouth tohis, barely brushing my lips against his when I whisper, “I want you to fill me up.”
The sound that rips from his throat is pure tortured bliss.
But then he locks eyes with me and smirks. “Soon. But someone told me she wants to sit on my face.” His hands clamp down on my waist as he shifts me, pulling me off his dick. He positions me above his face, his breath hot against my inner thighs. “Come here,” he growls out, his hands guiding me down, his voice pure fucking sin.
His tongue flicks out, teasing me, and his grip tightens on my thighs, holding me exactly where he wants me.
I gasp, my hands flying to the headboard for balance as he devours me.
Not gentle. Not teasing. Not patient.
Fucking hungry.
His tongue moves with precision, each flick and swirl sending shockwaves through my body, my nerves sparking like a live wire. Koen groans against me, the vibrations sinking into my core, making my thighs tremble.
“F-fuck,” I breathe out, my hips moving on their own, rolling against his face, chasing more, and he urges me on, his fingers pressing into my skin, encouraging me to use him.
To take what I need.
To ride him the way he needs me to.
Something snaps inside me, and I lose myself completely. In the sensation, in the heat, in the wet drag of his tongue, in the way he eats me like he’s starving.
My head falls back, a strangled cry escaping my lips as I chase my release. The pleasure rushes over me like a storm, my body shaking, shattering as I scream his name.
His hands hold me steady, his tongue slowing but never stopping, tasting every tremor, lapping up every singleaftershock until I’m whimpering, oversensitive, gasping for breath.
Finally, when I’m nothing but wreckage in his hands, he lowers me, his strong arms wrapping around me, positioning me back over him. He looks up at me from beneath his lashes, his lips slick, his pupils blown so wide there’s barely any amber left.
Holy shit.
“Koen—”
His grip on my hips tightens, and he drags me down onto his cock, impaling me completely. I gasp, the sudden, perfect stretch stealing my breath, making my thighs tremble as I take all of him, my body molding around him like I was made for this.
