God.
She was perfect.
Her voice climbed higher when my fingers curled just right, her walls fluttering around me.
A second finger, deeper.
Her thighs trembled.
Her sounds shattered.
I moved faster, urging her over the edge—
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, writhing on the sheets.
My fingers moved faster, harder, curling the way I knew she loved. The spot inside of her softened, pressure clenching around my fingers.
“Fuck,” she cried out, her back bowing, muscles tightening as I pushed her closer to release.
And I wanted—wanted her to fall apart for me, every ounce of pleasure mine to witness.
Then she broke—heat flooding my mouth, spilling against my tongue. I took her without restraint, tasting every shudder she gave me, every pulse she offered. The sheets soaked beneath me, skin wet as she imploded.
Her hands flew to my hair, pinning me between her legs. Wave after wave of her orgasm pressed against my fingers.
I licked her through the throes, each squeeze of her less intense than the last, until eventually they stopped. Her body heavy, her pussy swollen, throbbing around my fingers.
My cock ached. I needed her. Now.
I pulled forward, mouth closing over her nipple as I reached between us, lining myself up with her slick entrance.
I pushed into her with a groan I couldn’t hold back—her body closing around me so tight, so perfect, it nearly undid me.
“Holy fuck.” I gasped as her walls clenched around me. My hips trembled with restraint, my forehead dropping to hers as I tried to steady myself.
The feel of her, the way she squeezed around me, the way she gasped—it was almost too much.
I wanted to move, to take, to drag every sound from her throat… but the way she opened for me made something inside me ache.
So I stayed still, letting her feel every inch of the way she owned me.
Then I began to move—measured at first, controlled, savoring the way her body rose to meet mine. Every shift of my hips dragged a low sound from her throat, her eyes locking onto mine with something wild and desperate burning in them.
She needed more.
God, so did I.
I slid an arm beneath the small of her back, lifting her into me, her skin brushing against mine as I drew her closer. The movement pressed a soft gasp from her lips—one I capturedinstantly, covering her mouth with mine, letting her taste the remnants of herself on my tongue.
Her hands curled against my shoulders, pulling me deeper, anchoring me with every exhale. The world narrowed to the intensity between us, the rhythm building, each sound she gave me unraveling me more than the last.
My tempo increased, and with it her cries—delicate at first, then sharper, rising with every thrust of momentum between us. Until I was moving with a force that felt like claiming, each motion syncing with the glint of the collar at her throat.
She screamed as I pressed against the inside of her, the edge of pain I knew she craved. Her body tightening, sending a shockwave of pleasure straight up my spine. I felt my own control slip, tension coiling hard and fast, release threatening—but I couldn’t. Not yet.
Her cries turned ragged, her nails dragging across my back in wild, desperate streaks. I felt them carve into my skin, and I smiled—a dark, hungry thing. She was unraveling around me, beneath me.
I brought my mouth to her ear. “Come for me, Emma.”
