My fingernails dig into his back as he lifts my knee. At this angle, he gets even deeper inside of me. So full, I suck in a breath.
“You’re so deep,” I moan.
A groan rocks his chest. “You can take me, because you’re my good girl who has been craving my cock.”
“Badly,” I murmur, overwhelmed by the best kind of sensations.
“I’m here, baby, taking care of my pussy,” he says gutturally, just as affected as me.
“Yours.”
It’s a wonder I can still be coherent.
His cock pushes in and out of me in a slow rhythm. I cry out, chasing my release unabashedly.
I come again on a strangled breath, sweaty and panting but wanting more—insatiable.
He switches me to all fours and kisses along my spine. “Hold the headboard but eyes on me.”
I follow his command and watch him over my shoulder, looking back at me as if I am his most treasured possession. I feel cherished, loved, adored—an intense, best kindof combination.
Gripping my waist, he buries himself inside of me, stealing the breath from my lungs. I let out the longest moan yet, echoing around us with carnal frenzy and shameless passion.
Our skin slaps together in euphoric union.
From slow and gentle to hard and fast, he takes me on a sensuous ride I never want to get off.
I feel him getting bigger inside of me, throbbing with his impending release. He’s almost there. With a hard thrust that rocks the bed, he throws his head back, groaning as he comes. Warmth coats my walls as he spills inside of me, and I constrict my pussy around his grith—wanting to keep him inside me.
He cocks his head, eyeing me with hooded eyes. “Yes, drain my cock of every drop. My cum is meant to be inside of you.” He pulls out and cups my pussy.
I shudder as he scoops his release and shoves it back inside of me.
Sounds of pure satisfaction fill my ears, making them ring.
Then he drops next to me, closing his arms around me. I lay there spent and satisfied—feeling boneless as he caresses down the valley of my breasts, and I snuggle further into him.
“That’s it. I’m never letting you go and fuck if we go back to being just friends.” His tone has a sense of finality to it.
“I can’t do that anymore,” I admit.
“Good.”
We kiss again and sleep drags me under, content and at peace with my decision.
Wakingup next to him after our night together warms my chest, pure emotions overwhelming me. With his cheek propped on his fist, he gazes at me.
“Afraid I’d disappear?” I ask teasingly.
“No, just contemplating my woman in my bed. Finally.”
I giggle. “Possessive, aren’t we?”
He arches an arrogant brow. “You know that.”
A pensive look crosses his face, and I caress his cheek with the back of my hand.
“Why last night?” he asks softly.
