“This isn’t too much,” Davis says firmly. “This is how it’s supposed to feel. Stop fighting it and let go, sweetheart. That’s the only thing I want right now.”
“Iam. I am letting go.”
“Yeah?” He buries himself as deep as he can inside me, his thick shaft filling me. “Do you like it?”
“Yes…” I exhale.
“Good.” He releases my hand, bending his head to suck one nipple and then the other. Pleasure-pain skates down my abdomen in alternate waves. Davis presses me down onto the mattress, my lower body stuffed full of him as he draws on the aching tips of my breasts. The pressure builds, spiralling higher, and I chase it, grinding into the sensation.
Davis chuckles darkly.
“Don’t bother,” he says, between sucks. He starts to move, gaining speed as he sucks my nipples. “You’re not working for this one. You’re gonna lie here and take exactly what I give you. Because I?—”
Suck.
“—take care?—”
Suck.
“—of my girl?—”
Oh fuck. His words wash overme, filling any cracks of doubt left. My orgasm rises, hot and dizzying. I bury my hand in his hair, gripping the thick strands and pulling his head up to mine.
Davis grunts, falling forward, as I smash our mouths together and I come violently, screaming my orgasm into his open mouth.
“There you fucking go, sweetheart,” he mutters against my lips. “Take it all.”
Pleasure robs me of my senses, and I white out. No sight, no taste, no smell. Only touch remains. Just the gorgeous pressure of Davis’s body on mine. Electric jitters wrack me as I come back to myself, my pussy fluttering against the welcome invasion of his cock.
“That’s my girl,” he says. “You come so fucking hot. Did you enjoy that?”
“Mmmhmmm,” I gasp, as soft kisses are pressed into each of my eyelids.
“Me too. Open your eyes. I want you to watch me when I finish.”
I do what I’m told, and the sight iseverything. There’s a feral look on Davis’s face. The kind of intensity that belongs to soldiers or wild animals, but it’s here, lighting up his gaze as he drives into me, moving me up the bed with a powerful thrust that cuts through the post-orgasmic haze.
“That’smydick you just came on,” he growls, snapping his hips. “You’ve been making me crazy for a year. Tell me you know how it’s gonna be now? Who gets to be the one you come to when you’re needy?”
“You do.”
“Louder.”
“You do!”
“That’s fucking right.”
He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down, doesn’t take his eyes off me. That’s the hottest thing of all—he’s not watching where his cock splits me apart, or the bounce of my tits as I absorb his thrusts. He’s watchingme. Looking right into my soul as he drills deep, his dick lighting me up like a switchboard.
Davis never looks away. Not when I jerk under him, not when my body tightens with the tell-tale signs of another orgasm. Through itall, he stares into my eyes, watching me watching him as he pushes us both towards climax.
“Close,” Davis mutters as the first tremor strikes. “You there, sweetheart?”
“There.”
“Good.” He cups my cheek, holding my head right where he wants it. “Eyes on me. Watch the way I come for you.”
I couldn’t move if I tried, and I don’t want to try. I want to watch this man come undone because of me. I don’t have to wait long; three more thrusts and his eyes lose focus. His cheeks flush as he surges inside me with a groan. Watching Davis come is the hottest experience of my life, and my second orgasm rushes to meet his, blazing through me.
