“Look at me,” I say. “Keep your eyes on me, Bells.”
She opens those pretty blue eyes and looks right at me. Vulnerable and trusting.
I pick up the pace slightly, still controlled but pumped up with more force behind each thrust. My cock driving deeper, harder, making the bed creak beneath us.
My hand slides up her body, past her ribs to where I can feel her heart pounding, then up to the front of her neck. It settles on her throat, not squeezing—simply there, tracking her pulse race beneath my palm—catching each swallow and every gasp.
“Fuck,” I groan.
My hand flexes gently on her throat. My thumb strokes along her jaw.
“You take my cock so good.”
“Yes.” Her legs tighten around my waist. “Just like that.”
I fuck her exactly the way she needs. Deep strokes that hit that spot, that makes her whole body shake. That makes her cry out. My hand stays on her throat. Feeling every moan, every gasp, every sound of pleasure that tears from her.
“Look at me,” I growl. “Keep your fucking eyes on me, Bells.”
A possessive sensation wells up in my chest. Something dark and primal I don’t usually experience. It makes me want to mark every inch of her, ensuring everyone knows she’s mine—at least for tonight.
“Yes.” She’s trembling beneath me, shaking with each thrust. “Oh god, yes.”
I fuck her relentlessly. My cock drives deep with each thrust. My hands grip her hips hard enough to bruise. Hard enough to leave marks that will remind her of this tomorrow. Remind her of me and the way I fucked her.
I lean back and glance down at where we’re connected. Watch my cock slide in and out of her. How she takes every inch. The way her body opens for me.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” I can’t stop watching the way we fit together.
I grab her thighs and push them back toward her chest. Change the angle. Go even deeper. So deep I feel her everywhere.
She cries out. Her hands fist in the sheets. Her knuckles go white.
She is getting so close, in the way her pussy pulses, her breathing becoming ragged, and her whole body starting to shake.
“That’s it.” I pound into her harder, faster. “Take it. Take all of me.”
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room.
Sweat drips down my back. My muscles strain with the effort of holding back from coming right now because her pussy is so warm, tight, and perfect.
“You’re going to come for me,” I growl. It’s not a question. It’s a command. “You’re going to come all over my cock.”
“I’m close.” Her voice is wrecked. Broken. “So close, Jace.”
I reach between us, find her clit, and rub tight circles. I work her exactly the way I know she needs.
“Then come.” My voice is harsh and demanding. “Come for me right fucking now.”
She does. Her entire body stiffens. She screams my name as her orgasm overtakes her. Tears through her whole body.
“Fuck, yes.” I don’t stop. I keep pounding into her as I continue working that little nub with my thumb, pushing her to her orgasm until she’s shaking and begging for me to stop.
But I don’t stop. I fuck her through it.
Her orgasm seems to go on forever. Wave after wave crashing through her. Her pussy pulsing around my cock.
When she finally begins to come down, I pull out. She whimpers at the loss. Her pussy clenches around nothing.
