Not a plea. A command.
And then I’m there—between her legs, cock dragging through her soaked folds, teasing her entrance until her hips rise off the bed in desperation.
“Jon—”
“I’ve got you,” I breathe. “You say stop, I stop.”
“I won’t.”
She looks me in the eyes when I push in—slow, steady,deep—and her mouth falls open in this perfect little gasp that makes me want to fucking ruin her.
She’stight, gripping me like her body never wants to let go.
And when I bottom out, I juststaythere for a second—feeling her. Letting her feel me.
She wraps her legs around my waist, arms around my neck, and pulls me in like she’s trying to fuse us together.
And then I start to move.
Not gentle. Not punishing. Justdeep. Intentional. Every stroke pushing her higher, every thrust dragging another moan out of her lips. Her nails claw at my back. Her mouth is on my neck, my shoulder, my jaw.
“You feel so good,” she whimpers. “So fucking good, Jon.”
I thrust harder.
“Say my name again.”
“Jon—fuck—Jon.”
“Louder.”
“Jon.”
“You’re mine,” I growl, hand gripping her thigh, spreading her wider. “No one else touches you like this. No one else fucks you like this.”
She’s close again—I can feel it in the way her pussy clenches around me, the way her breath stutters and catches in her throat.
“Come for me,” I whisper against her mouth. “Wanna feel you lose it while I’m buried inside you.”
She cries out andbreaks, body locking up, hips jerking, soaking my cock with the hardest orgasm I’ve ever felt from her. It rips through her like a wave, and I fuck her through it, chasing my own.
I don’t last long after that.
The way she’s pulsing around me, the way shemoans my namewhile clinging to me—it undoes me. I grind deep one last time and spill into her with a groan that sounds like it’s been building foryears.
We collapse together—sweaty, shaking, breathless.
But not broken.
Never broken when it’s her.
When the room finally stops spinning, I pull her into my chest and kiss her forehead.
“You okay?” I murmur, brushing damp hair from her face.
She nods sleepily, already fading. “Better than okay.”
I tighten my arm around her.
