I reach down, wrapping my fingers around his thickening length, stroking him firmly until he hardens fully in my hand. He groans, low and guttural, his head falling back against the couch, but his hands stay on me, encouraging.
"Take what you want," he says, voice gravelly, like the words are dragged from him.
It's a challenge wrapped in permission, his fingers tightening just enough to remind me who's in control, even now.
Emotions swirl through me, fierce and tangled.
He's giving me this moment, letting me lead, but I feel his dominance in every glance, every subtle shift of his hips. It makes me feel seen, desired, not just for my body but for the fire I'm finding in myself.
My breath quickens as I position him at my entrance, the broad head nudging my clit, sending sparks up my spine.
Slowly, I sink down, taking him inch by inch. He's thick, stretching me again, that delicious burn mixing with the fullness that makes my walls clench around him.
A gasp escapes me, my nails digging into his shoulders as I adjust to the depth. He fills me completely, hitting spots that make my toes curl, and for a second, I pause, savoring the connection, the way our bodies lock together like they were made for this.
His hands slide up my sides, cupping my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they peak hard under his touch.
The sensation shoots straight to my core, making me rock my hips experimentally. Pleasure blooms, hot and insistent, and I start to move, lifting up and sliding back down, setting a rhythm that's mine but guided by his grip on my waist.
"That's it," he murmurs, eyes half-lidded, watching me with raw hunger. "Ride me, love. Show me how much you want this."
His words ignite me, pushing away any lingering shyness.
I lean forward, bracing my hands on his chest, and pick up the pace, grinding down harder. My pussy grips him with each descent, wet sounds filling the air as I take him deeper.
Sweat beads on my skin, the fire's warmth amplifying the heat building between us. Every thrust sends waves of sensation through me, his cock dragging against my inner walls, brushing that sensitive spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
He helps without overpowering, his hips bucking up to meet me, driving himself higher. One hand tangles in my hair, pulling just enough to arch my back, exposing my throat to his mouth.
He nips at the skin there, sucking hard enough to mark me, and the possessiveness in the act makes my pulse race, a thrill of being owned twisting with the freedom of this position.
I feel powerful, desired, his groans vibrating against my neck as I clench around him. My clit grinds against his pelvis with each roll of my hips, building the pressure low in my belly.
"Fuck, you're tight," he growls, his free hand slipping between us to rub my clit in firm circles.
The added friction shatters my control, my movements turning frantic, chasing the edge. I ride him harder, breasts bouncing, moans spilling from my lips unchecked. The couch creaks under us, the fire crackling like applause to our rhythm.
Tension coils tight, my body trembling as I teeter on the brink. His fingers pinch my clit lightly, and it's enough.
I cry out, orgasm crashing over me, pussy pulsing around his cock in rhythmic squeezes. Waves of ecstasy ripple through me, leaving me shaking, but I don't stop, grinding through it to draw out the pleasure.
He follows soon after, his thrusts erratic as he grips my ass, slamming up into me one last time. Hot seed floods me, spurt after spurt, marking me from the inside.
His roar of release echoes mine, his body tensing beneath me, scars pressing into my palms as I hold on.
We still, breaths ragged, my forehead resting against his. His arms wrap around me, pulling me down to lie fully on him, our sweat-slicked skin sticking together.
The fire's glow bathes us in warmth, and in the quiet, I feel the weight of what we've shared, not just bodies but something more fragile, more real.
He kisses my temple, soft despite his roughness, and whispers, "Mine."
I smile against his chest, tracing that scar again. "Yours."
Chapter 7
Violet
Hedoesn’tletmewalk.
