Then his hand is in my hair, grabbing a handful and pulling just enough to make my head tilt up, but not enough to hurt.
"You enjoying this?" he growls, his voice rough.
"Yes," I babble, saliva trickling from the corner of my mouth because I can barely form coherent words. "Yes, yes, fuck yes—"
He's fucking me so good that my mind is blown. My thoughts scatter with each thrust, reduced to nothing but sensation and pleasure and the overwhelming fullness of his cock. He never slows down, never gets tired. If I stay, or when I stay, he has to fuck me like this once or twice a day. I won't accept anything less.
I hope he's enjoying this as much as I am, but judging by the way he's grunting… Deep, guttural sounds that make my pussy clench, he's fucking loving it. And I love how vocal he is. Nothing's hotter than a man who's not afraid to show he's enjoying sex.
He grips my ass cheeks, spreading them, watching where his cock disappears into my body. "Fuck, Claire. You're taking my cock so well. So fucking well."
I throw my hips back, meeting him halfway, bouncing my ass on his cock. I'm not very good at it. My rhythm is off, mycoordination shot from pleasure, but I'm doing it. Showing him how much I want this, how much I want him.
And he must love my enthusiasm because he slows down, his hands gentling on my hips.
"I want to fuck you looking at you," he says, his voice thick with need. "I want to see your beautiful face when you moan for me."
I turn around, and I'm immediately hypnotized by his cock. Thick and hard and coated with my juices. It looks gorgeous, glistening in the moonlight, and I want to grab it, guide it back inside me myself.
But Rhett pulls me up first, scooping me into his arms like I weigh nothing. He carries me to the bedroom, laying me down on the bed with surprising gentleness given how hard he was just fucking me.
"You deserve more than a couch," he says, his eyes roaming over my naked body.
I spread my legs for him, opening myself completely. I belong to him now. I'll offer my body anytime he desires because this, this connection, this pleasure, is worth everything.
He guides his cock back inside me, and this time when he enters, he lies on top of me. His scarred chest rubs against my stiff nipples, the friction making me gasp. We're like a cocoon right now, wrapped around each other, except for the part where he's grinding hard against me, his muscles flexing as he moves back and forth, fucking me deep.
I've never felt this filled. This thoroughly fucked. It's incredible.
He's ruthless, thrusting forward with powerful strokes. His ass goes up and then slams down, driving his cock deep inside me with each movement. Sweat trickles down his chest and dripsonto my breasts. His scars catch the light: beautiful, like stars scattered across his body.
"You're beautiful," I stumble over the words, my brain too scrambled to form them properly. "So beautiful—"
"You're the one who's beautiful," he counters, his brown eyes locked on mine. "You feel incredible. I never want to stop fucking you."
I place my hands on his face, cupping his jaw. "Then don't stop. Keep going. Finish inside me. I want it."
Something flashes in his eyes—possession, gratitude, raw need. He smiles, propping himself up on his strong arms like two pillars on either side of my head. "Turn around for me."
I obey immediately, rolling onto my stomach. He's quick to follow, his cock sliding back inside me as he positions us in a prone bone, my ass jiggling with each thrust. He's on top of me, covering me completely, fucking me while whispering in my ear.
"You feel so good," he breathes, his voice ragged. "So fucking good, Claire. I'm so close—"
And then I feel it. His thick cock throbs inside me, pulsing against my walls. It feels warm, so warm. Another throb, another load of warmth flooding me.
"Fuck," he groans, his body going rigid above me as he empties himself. "Fuck, Claire—"
I can feel every pulse, every rope of cum he's shooting inside me. It's intimate in a way I never expected, knowing he's marking me from the inside, claiming me in the most primal way possible.
He collapses on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. Both of us are breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat. His cock is still inside me, softening slowly but not pulling out yet.
"Jesus," he finally says, his breath hot against my neck. "That was—"
"Incredible," I finish for him.
"Yeah. Incredible." He shifts slightly, finally pulling out. I feel the rush of his cum leaking out of me, and instead of feeling gross or embarrassed, I feel satisfied. Marked. His.
Rhett rolls onto his back beside me, one arm thrown over his eyes. "I should probably feel guilty about that."
