God, his ass felt good, his cock felt good, the rest of himwas just hot.
I needed him inside.
“Lottie, you aren’t helping,” he gritted.
“I’m trying to,” I snapped.
“Baby—”
“Mo.”
“Sweetheart.”
I seized his jaw in both hands.“Mo!”
He stared in my eyes, then dropped to his elbow, and with apowerful surge, I took all of him.
He’d filled me.
I had him.
He was finallyall mine.
I arched up into him, the long, low moan from my throatslinking around the room like a cat as I dug my heels in, wrapped my arms asfar around him as they could get, and I clutched him tight with my pussy.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
And we were off.
He drove into me and I held on.
He moved faster and harder and I held on tighter.
When I started coming, a magnificent occurrence that didn’ttake long, I dug my nails in and called his name.
I got his thumb on my clit.
And I went flying, clawing at his skin, wrapping my legsaround him so I was holding his ass with my calves, moaning his name over andover like an incantation.
I kept coming and I kept coming and only when the fingers ofboth my hands found the back of his neck and head and held on did his thumb goaway.
But he dug his arm under me and clamped it around my waistto hold me stationary so I could take his thrusts and he didn’t fuck me intothe headboard as his deep, fast, hot rhythm went super-charged and mypowerhouse lost all control.
Oh yeah.
I liked it like that.
Coming down from my orgasm, I caught his eyes drilling intomine and I felt the rumble in his belly before it grunted out his throat.
His head snapped back, the cords in his neck straining, heslammed his hips into mine, then ground them there, and his grunt became agroan that I would swear shook the lamps on my nightstands.
God, he was spectacular when he came.
Breathtaking.
He did not collapse on me when he came down.
Oh no.
