I want her to lose control, to take what she needs from me.
I can feel her getting close. Her inner walls tightening around my fingers, her clit swelling under the pressure. I suck it into my mouth and gently bite down, flicking it with my tongue.
“Oh God,” her body arching off the bed as she comes, a cry tearing from her throat. I don’t let up, working her through the orgasm, only easing off when her spasms subside.
I kiss my way back up her body, her inner thigh, her hipbone, her stomach, between her breasts, her neck, until I reach her mouth. She kisses me hungrily, tasting herself on my tongue, her hands already working at my belt.
“I want you inside me,” she says against my lips. “Now.”
I stand to shed my jeans and boxers, my cock springing free, hard and aching. Her eyes widen slightly at the sight, a small smile curving her lips.
“I knew you were big, but I didn’t see everything at the club, with your pants still on,” she says, reaching for me as I crawl back onto the bed.
I position myself between her thighs, the head of my cock brushing against her entrance. “You sure you’re ready for this?”
Her answer is to wrap her legs around my waist, pulling me toward her. “Fuck me, Anthony. Anddon’tbe gentle.”
Her words send a surge of heat through me. I push into her slowly at first, giving her time to adjust to my size. She’s tight and hot and wet around me, and it takes everything I have not to lose control immediately.
Once I’m fully seated inside her, I pause, forehead pressed against hers, both of us breathing hard. “You feel so fucking good,” I murmur.
She urges, digging her heels into my lower back. “Hard.”
I pull back and thrust into her, harder than before. She gasps, nails digging into my shoulders.
I find a rhythm, each thrust driving deep inside her. Her breasts bounce with the force of my movements, the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. I can’t take my eyes off them, off her face twisted in pleasure.
“Harder.”
I push in deeper, pounding into her with enough force to make the headboard bang against the wall. “Like this?” I growl.
“Mmm,” she hums.
Her hand comes up to guide mine to her throat. I hesitate for a split second, but the look in her eyes is clear—she wants this. I wrap my fingers around her neck and squeeze.
The effect is immediate. Her eyes roll back, her inner walls clenching around me. “That’s it,” I say, watching her face. “That’s my good fucking girl.”
She moans at the praise, her body responding beautifully. I maintain the pressure on her throat, still thrusting into her, watching as her cheeks flush and her eyes glaze with pleasure.
“You take my cock so well,” I tell her, leaning down to kiss her parted lips. “Such a good girl for me.”
I release her throat, watching as she gulps in air, her eyes focusing on mine again. Without breaking my rhythm, I lower my head to her breast, taking a nipple between my teeth, biting just hard enough to make her gasp. I suck the tender flesh, marking her, claiming her in a way Eli never could.
“Mine,” I growl against her skin, leaving another mark on the swell of her other breast. “All mine.”
She hums in agreement, the sound rough and raspy.
I pull out suddenly, ignoring her whimper of protest. “Turn over,” I command, my voice rough with need. “Hands and knees.”
She complies eagerly, positioning herself before me, ass raised invitingly. I run my hands over the smooth curves, squeezing gently. “Look at you,” I murmur. “So perfect.”
I line myself up and push back into her, the new angle allowing me to go even deeper. She cries out, pushing back against me, taking me fully.
“That’s it,” I say, setting a brutal pace, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. “Take all of me.”
My hand comes down on her ass with a sharp crack, the sound echoing in the room. She moans, pushing back harder.
I spank her again, watching the pale skin turn pink under my hand. “You like that, don’t you? Like it when I mark you?”
