And then his cock slammed into me in one powerful thrust.
“Fuck.” He moaned.
He stilled.
I adjusted to the size of him.
Goddamn, I had felt how massive he was, but nothing compared to the feel of him.
Stretching me.
Filling me.
My head fell back at the way he filled me. The way he made me stretch.
Needing more of him, needing all of him, I moaned, “Move, honey, please.”
His hands came to my hips, he pulled out, and then he slammed back in.
“Call me honey from now on, fucking please.” He growled as he pulled out and slammed back in, “Best fucking pussy, hands fucking down.”
I growled.
He squeezed my hips, “Harder, honey.”
Then, without a word, I got it harder.
“Yes, honey.” I breathed.
“So, you know, you're mine,” he growled.
“So, you know, you're mine too. I don’t share.” I growled back.
“Baby, the day I dare to share myself with anyone who isn’t you, I’d better be dead.” He moaned as he rotated his hips and slammed into me with such force that I worried for the small island in my kitchen.
But he didn’t stop.
He pulled out and then slammed into me. I growled, “Harder.”
“Greedy little bitch,” he said as he fisted his hand into my hair, his hand wrapped around my hip as he warned, “Brace, baby.”
I braced.
“Oh. Fuck. Yes!”
He slammed into me, over and over.
Both of us are chasing that high.
A bite of pain hit my scalp, but I relished it, “Yes!”
“Baby,” he moaned.
And when I wanted his eyes, I called out, “Bout to move, honey, need your eyes.”
I shifted my hips, his cock slid out of me, then I spun, hopped up on the island, and winked, “Slow and sweet, baby.”
He chuckled darkly as he moved forward, licking his lips.
