I sure as hell didn’t question him, either.
He drew back one last time, and then set a relentless pace. My body lurched against his with every thrust, and I felt the bed moving across the floor. It scraped and groaned, and only then did I realize that we weren’t even lying on the bed the right way. We were laying perpendicular on it. I didn’t care, though. I just clung to him as his body pounded against mine, my tits jumping against him and my excess shaking with a need for release.
I’d never felt so full before.
I wanted to feel like this all the time.
“Bee. Bee. I’m gonna—I’m gonna—I’m—I—You?—”
“You take me so well, Anna-mine,” he said as he sucked on my lower lip.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“Please, what? Use your words, sweet girl.”
An actual growl worked its way up the back of my throat. “You know what I need.”
“I don’t think I do,” he whispered as he stuffed me full.
His hand slipped in between our bodies.
The instant he strummed my clit, I was a fucking goner. My back arched, his face fell to my tits, and it threw me over the edge. My jaw unhinged to cry out his name, but nothing came out. Stars burst in my vision just before my eyes rolled back, and the fireworks that went off behind my eyelids was a sight to behold.
The pleasure held me hostage as he rutted against me, nibbling and sucking on patches of skin on my tits.
I would be marked in the morning.
I loved the idea.
“Anna, dear God. I’m gonna come.”
“Give it to me,” I said breathlessly as I rolled my hips as much as I could.
“Take all of it. Every last drop. Just like a good little cum dumpster.”
His words shot me over the edge again as I felt him spilling into me. Balls deep inside of me, he painted my walls until my head ached with the way my eyes rolled back. My legs cramped with my toes being as curled as they were. My nails raked against his skin, finding purchase on his body as I spiraled out of control.
And it wasn’t until he collapsed on top of me, his weight a comfortable blanket, that I was finally able to admit that, for once, I was fucking speechless.
The pleasure robbed me of my words.
I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that, but eventually, I felt him roll off. I damn near whimpered at the loss of him.
I worried he was going to leave like everyone else did.
“Please don’t go,” I said.
Softly.
My voice, small.
It was unlike anything I’d ever heard before.
“Oh, you’re not getting rid of me that easily,” he grumbled.
He hauled me on top of him as he laid there on his back.
“I think I’m dripping,” I whispered softly as I felt our intermingled mess dribbling from between my legs.
