I almost come in her hand.
“Say it again,” I rasp.
“I’m done running.” She strokes me. Slow. Firm. Her thumb dragging over the head, spreading the wetness, her grip tightening on the downstroke. “I want this. I want you.”
I snap.
I shove her panties down. Lift her against the wall …one hand under each thigh, my fingers sinking into the thick, soft flesh. She wraps her legs around me, and I line up, my cock pressing against her entrance. She’s soaking. Swollen. Hot. I can feel her dripping down my shaft before I’m even inside. Can feel the heat of her pussy against the head of my cock, slick and swollen and pulling me in.
“Look at me,” I demand.
Her eyes lock on mine. Brown and wild and full of everything she’s been holding back for two days. Her lips are swollen from kissing, her braids falling over her bare shoulders. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I push inside her in one deep, slow thrust.
Her mouth falls open, her pretty eyes go glassy. Her nails dig into my shoulders …ten sharp points of pain that I feel all the way to my cock. She’s so tight around me it makes my vision blur. I hold still for a second, buried to the hilt, her pussyclenching and pulsing around me, pressed so deep I swear I can feel her heartbeat.
“There,” I grit through my teeth. “Right fucking there. Where I belong.”
She chokes out a sound that’s half sob, half moan. “God, Beau… I missed you.”
“Missed this pussy,” I growl, pulling back slow and slamming home. She screams. “Missed my girl.” Another thrust. Deep. Hard. “Two days without you and I couldn’t eat. Couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t fucking think.”
I fuck her against the wall like a man possessed. Because I am. She took her warmth away for two days, and I went feral. Every thrust is a goddamn statement.I’m here, I’m staying, I’m not him. I’m never going to be him.
Her tits bounce with every stroke …heavy and gorgeous, her dark nipples swaying. Her moans fill the hallway. I grip her ass with both hands …full and round and soft, overflowing my palms …spreading her, driving deeper.
“You feel what you do to me?” I grunt, my mouth against her ear. I can feel her hot breath on my neck, her lips brushing my skin when she gasps. “Feel how hard I am for you? How deep? Nobody else. No one but you. Fucking ever.”
“Beau… oh God… I’m gonna…”
“Come on my cock, baby. Show me how much you missed me.”
She shatters. Her whole body locks up, pussy strangling my cock so hard I see white. She screams my name. Not loud …broken. Like it’s ripped out of her chest. Her legs shake around my waist. Her nails rake down my back …I feel the welts rising, feel the sting, and it drives me harder.
I bury my face in her neck …her skin damp with sweat, her scent concentrated and thick …and follow her. Coming so hard my knees almost buckle. Pumping into her in deep, heavypulses, my cock throbbing, my hands gripping her ass hard enough to leave prints.
“Mine,” I groan into her skin. “Fucking mine, Ina.”
“Yours,” she whispers. Shaking. Clinging to me. Her arms locked around my neck, her face buried in my shoulder, her whole body trembling. “I’m yours.”
I hold her there. Pinned to the wall. Both of us breathing like we just ran a marathon. My cock still twitching inside her. Her pussy still fluttering around me. Her skin hot and slick against mine. Neither of us is moving. Neither of us wanting to.
Eventually, her legs loosen. I ease out of her …she whimpers at the loss, her pussy gripping me like she doesn’t want to let go …and set her down gently. Her legs wobble. I catch her. My hands on her waist, her bare skin warm under my palms.
“Easy, baby.”
“You just fucked me against a wall in my hallway,” she says, breathless and dazed. Her braids are a mess. Her lips are swollen. She’s got a red mark blooming on her neck from my mouth. She looks thoroughly, completely ruined.
I laugh. Low and wrecked. Then I scoop her up …one arm under her knees, one behind her back, her bare tits pressed against my chest …and carry her upstairs.
“Which door?”
“End of the hall. And if you think we’re doing that again tonight…”
I push the door open with my shoulder and lay her on her bed. Climb over her. Cage her in with my arms. Her dark hair spread on the pillow, her brown eyes looking up at me, wide and glassy. Her body laid out …all curves, all softness, all mine.
“Baby.” I drag my nose down her neck, breathing her in. Sugar and sweat and sex and her. “That was hello. We haven’t even started yet.”
