It’s slow and sensual, grinding my hips into her to match the rhythm of our tongues.
Tasting every single drop of what’smine.
I steal all of her desperate moans like a midnight thief, rolling my hips until I’m right at the hilt, causing her breathing to hitch.
My voice is strangled when I speak. “Hands on the headboard.”
She frowns, looking at me with unfocused eyes.
Leaning up, I drive my hips forward in warning, and her hand shoots out against the wooden surface, just in time to save her head going through it.
My hands wrap around her hips to bring her ass in the air, and I slap a palm against it.
Hard.
She cries out, and my gaze fixates on the reddening mark swelling against her flawless skin.
When my imprint stands proud after the second slap, I drive my hips into her, fucking her into the mattress.
Her cries are muffled as she slaps her hand against her mouth, and I want to test just how loud she can get. I want everyone to know she cries for fuckingme.
Snatching her hand away, I drive my cock into her like a fucking madman, eliciting her screams until I can feel the heat burning at the base of my spine.
Indie’s hands fist the sheet; she’s given up caring if anyone can hear her. “Fuck, Saint, I’m gonna—”
Her words are garbled when she drops her head to the pillow, and my thrusts become harsher, her body pushing up the bed.
My hand wraps around her nape, shoving her head into the mattress as her knees give out, fingers gripping her skyrocketing pulse.
She palms the headboard, giving me resistance in the best way.
“Give me it, baby. I want them all.”
I hit that ecstasy area in her, her back arching, and my name rips from her throat as she yields to me.
The fucking sound of it, mixing in with feeling her walls tightening around my cock, has my balls tingling.
The blood is pumping through my veins as my movements slow, riding out the waves with her as she crashes down to reality.
I lean down to kiss her tear-soaked face, brushing the tangles of dark hair stuck to her skin. “You okay, darling?”
She huffs a laugh, letting her eyes close as she swallows around my hand still gripped around her neck. “Fuck, that was—”
I yank her back with me as I kneel up on my knees, and she yelps as I bring her flush to my front.
“I’m not finished with you.”
I tug her arms behind her back, looping my arm through to band them together, forcing her to push her chest out and arch her ass right into me.
She pants, “I thought you—”
My laugh is dark. “Thought I what? Filled you with my cum? I’m not stopping until you can’t fucking see straight.”
My hips roll into her again with lazy but harsh thrusts; I watch my dick connecting the two of us as it goes in and out.
The sounds of her moans mixed with the wetness forces my jaw to flex. All I want to do is drive into her, and it’s fucking torture.
I’m struggling for air as I pull almost all the way out and in again, each thrust a struggle as she strangles my cock.
