I’m still really wet from him going down on me. And now that my body is adjusting, it’s okay now.
Better than okay, actually.
It’s good, really good, like I didn’t even realize what an aching emptiness used to be there until he filled it up.
“Sweetheart,” he murmurs against my skin. “Can’t believe I’m the one who gets your cherry.” Another thrust. “Such a perfect little pussy. And it’s all mine.”
“Yes,” I gasp, and he groans. His pace picks up, almost like he can’t help himself.
Walker Rhodes isfuckingme now. A steady, strong rhythm that makes my breasts jiggle every time his hips snap againstmine. The coarse hair at the base of his cock is rubbing against my clit and that feels so good too.
“Nobody else has had this.” It’s almost a growl as he thrusts into me. “Nobody else gets to have this.” He cups my jaw. “Tell me you’re mine.” His thrusts slow as his eyes meet mine. “I want to hear you say it.”
Of course he does. Words are his lifeblood, inseparable from the music. Of course he wants the words that go with this particular melody.
“I’m yours, Walker.” I turn my face so I kiss his palm. “I’m yours.”
He looks at me like I just gave him something he was starving for.
That hand slides down to my throat as his mouth crashes into mine. His cock pushes in and out of me, faster now, harder.
While he fucks me, his gaze crawls over my body, devouring the sight of me. As his hands move over my skin, his eyes follow, dark and intent, like he's watching himself touch me and can't quite believe he's allowed to.
I’ve never seen him look so focused, like we’re the only two people in the entire world, like the world could be burning down around us and he wouldn’t notice or care.
“Are you gonna give me another one, baby?” A squeeze of my breast that sends another jolt of pleasure through me. “I want to feel you come on my cock. Can you do that for me?”
He kisses me again and I wrap my thighs around him tighter. I’m so wet now, and my whole body feels so good that I welcome the fullness and pressure of his cock inside me now.
Shifting his weight, he pushes my knee up, pressing my thigh into my chest so he can get deeper.
That's the thing I didn't think about when it came to sex with Walker. I knew he would be good to me, knew he would take care of me, and he is.
But I didn’t anticipate just how much he’d be into it.
He’s not treating me like I’m fragile or breakable. He’s not holding himself back. He’s fucking me hard and deep now. Passionately. Of course he’s giving me pleasure, but he’s taking it too, and I love that.
I love knowing that I turn him on so much. That he loves fucking me.
His hands roam over me, squeezing my tits and my hips and my ass. With each thrust he kisses me hard, tongue moving in tandem as he pushes his cock inside me.
The new angle makes for delicious friction on my clit. Every time he pushes in and withdraws, I feel it. And it’s not long before another wave is building, that simmering build of pleasure in my spine.
“I’m going to come,” I gasp. “I’m…”
White-hot pleasure courses through me as my orgasm crescendoes and breaks. My fingernails dig into his back. My legs tighten around him as my pussy clenches on his cock. His rhythm picks up, fast and hard as he slams his hips into me.
Until he stills with a groan, wrapping me even tighter in his arms.
I feel the heat of his cum pumping inside me.
And then he’s kissing me again, deep but relaxed. Almost lazy, the way his tongue slides against mine.
Utterly satisfied.
When he pulls his cock out, we both suck in a breath at the same time at the sudden change in warmth and pressure.
He rises up. Kisses each of my breasts, then the place between them, right above my heart.
