I taste myself on his tongue. And when he pulls back, the expression on his face is feral.
“That was one.” He reaches up and unties my right wrist. Then my left. “I’m not stopping until you’ve come three times.”
My arms drop, and the sudden rush of blood back into my shoulders makes me wince. He notices and takes my right wrist to massage it. He checks my right wrist for damage, then the left.
“Okay?”
“Yes.” I’m better than okay.
He moves up my body and settles his weight between my legs. His cock presses against me, hard and thick. I want him inside me now.
“Condom,” I manage.
“In a minute. We’re not there yet.” He reaches for my breast and circles my nipple with his thumb until it tightens. Then he leans down and takes it in his mouth.
The sensation shoots straight between my legs. He bites gently. Then he bites harder when I arch into him. His hand moves down my stomach, between my legs.
“Still so wet.” He pushes two fingers inside again. “You want my cock?”
“Yes.”
“How badly?”
I can’t form words.
“Tell me.” His voice is low and deep and laced with dark satisfaction.
“I need you to fuck me. Now.”
He pulls his fingers out. Reaches for his nightstand and grabs a condom. He tears it open and rolls it on before he positions his dick at my entrance.
“Look at me.”
I meet his eyes. He pushes inside. Slow. Letting me adjust to his size.
When he’s fully seated, we both stop moving. Then he pulls almost all the way out, pushes back in, and sets a rhythm that’s measured. Controlled.
Every thrust is deliberate.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
I do. The angle changes. He goes deeper.
“Fuck.” The word comes out strained. “You’re being averygood girl.”
The walls of my pussy clench around him with those words.
“Oh, you like that? You like being my good girl?”
“Yes,” I manage to say.
His forearms brace on either side of my head, caging me in. His hips drive forward, and I meet each thrust.
“I’ve wanted this for months.” His mouth finds my neck. “Wanted you under me, pleasuring you with my cock.”
He picks up speed. Harder now. The bed frame hits the wall with each thrust, and my nails dig into his shoulders.
“That’s it.” His hand slides between us and finds where we’re joined. “Come on my dick. Let me feel it.”
