“Fuck, Ella,” I grunted, desire pooling at the base of my spine, the sounds of our wet flesh singing a tune destined to wreck me forever. “You’re so fucking beautiful, taking my cock like a princess,” I rasped, lost in the oblivion of this woman’s hold on me. “You’re squeezing me so fucking tight.”
“More,” she mewled, her voice soft and shy.
Fuck. “More?” How much more could I give without breaking her? “You want it deeper, love?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her head bobbing in acknowledgment, the need in her eyes blatant and daring. Christ, I missed her subtle defiance. It took every ounce of effort not to give into that addictive need to come.
Grasping her hips, I flipped her onto her stomach and rolled onto my knees behind her, then lifted her hips until she was on her hands and knees. A loud gasp sailed through the air when I slid back inside her tight pussy, the new angle allowing me to go deeper. I pulled out to the tip and hammered back in, my body shuddering with the impact. “Fuck.”
“Oh, God,” she panted, a high-pitched cry following on its tail. She lurched forward, almost like she wanted to get away. “Xavier,” she whimpered.
I tightened my hold on her hips, keeping her in place. “No, love. You want it deeper, remember?” I rasped, breathing harshly. Pulling out again, I pounded back in, hard and deep. “You want me to stop?” Slowly, I withdrew, keeping just the head inside her soaking pussy.
In response, a moan dripped from her lips, and she jerked backward, slamming into me, her pussy swallowing my cock.
“Jesus, love,” I growled, needing a moment to grab onto my slipping control. “Tell me you want this, Ella because once I start, I’m not stopping.” I leaned over her, my chest kissing her back, slick with sweat. Winding her ponytail around my hand, I yanked back, tilting her head up, my mouth finding hers in a kiss that threatened to wrench my soul from my body.
“Yes,” she moaned when I released her mouth. “Hard, deep, fast.”
“My pretty little Ella, who fucks like a goddamn queen,” I murmured against her neck, licking and biting the tender flesh as I began to move, my pace slow, my cock driving deep.
“Your queen.” She looked at me over her shoulder, her face flushed with arousal, her eyes swimming with desire, her back arched in that perfect contour I loved. And fuck if that combination didn’t send me careening to the edge.
Tightening my hold on her hips, I fucked her harder and faster, my cock plunging so deep I feared I’d break her. She moved with me, though, meeting each thrust with a slam of her own. Unrivaled pleasure stole its way up, creeping along my taut thighs, my pistoning hips settling at the base of my spine, ready to crack. Fisting her ponytail again, I brought her up to her knees, my mouth closing over hers in a bruising kiss. Her moans, however, told me she loved it. Releasing her hair, I slid a hand around her throat, squeezing, the other holding her hip in place.
“You like that, Ella,” I whispered in her ear, my thrusts vigorous, my eyes caught on her bouncing breasts before lowering to the subtle roundness of her stomach. Fuck. Remembering her pregnancy, I slowed my strokes.
“No, Xavier, don’t stop,” she cried, her nails digging into my thighs. “Please. I’m close.”
“You sure?” She nodded. I sucked on her earlobe, giving her what she needed. Riding her hard, my hand on her hip dropped to her clit, loving her loud moans as I circled the swollen bundle of nerves.
I alternated sucking on her neck, earlobe, and shoulder, pure bliss making me dizzy with the need to come. Yet it had nothing on how her body reacted to my touch or her loud cries filling the room as I squeezed her throat and pressed down on her clit.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she whimpered, her body arching in readiness.
A moment later, she tensed, and her pussy muscles clamped my cock as she neared her climax. I rubbed her clit faster, urging her closer, my body ready to succumb. Another second later, her eyes rolled, and her body caved, quivering as she broke. “Xavier,” her scream echoed my name loud enough to make me fear someone would come running, her pussy squeezing the orgasm from my cock.
“Christ, Ella.” I threw my head back, my cry hoarse and yielded to the pleasure stealing my breath, the desire blinding me, my body a shuddering mess as ropes of cum filled her pussy, our mixed fluids leaking down her thighs, soaking the sofa.
When the white spots finally cleared from my sight, I opened my eyes to Mikaela leaning over the armrest, breathing hard, her body quivering and her fingers digging into the soft material of the sofa. Struggling to catch my breath, I pulled out of her and stood. My head spun for just a moment before I could crouch next to her. “You okay, love?”
She turned her head to look at me, resting her cheek on the armrest and breathing still raspy. “Yes,” she managed.
Sliding back wisps of sweat-soaked strands from her face, I kissed her brow. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
Shaking her head, she sat up. “You didn’t. I wanted it.”
“Bathroom,” I asked, looking around. She tipped her chin to a door in one corner of the room. “Wait here.” Rising, I walked to it, checked to see if it was private, and grabbed a washcloth. I returned to Mikaela and gently cleaned her before softly kissing her swollen lips.
