I keep it slow and controlled. My hands steady on her hips as I move inside her, experiencing every inch instead of pounding through it. She gasps beneath me, her fingers gripping my arms.
“Look at me,” I murmur, my voice rough.
She obeys, and damn, that’s what destroys me. Pleasure tightens low in my gut, but I keep the rhythm steady. I feel her responding to me, her body shifting, opening up, the tension softening into something gentler.
She makes another sound, this time more intense, and a sensation spreads through my whole body.
I move a little faster, just enough to change the angle, and her breath shatters. My cock pulses inside her and it takes everything in me not to lose control.
I’m not used to caring whether she feels good or if she’s overwhelmed in the right way. But with Lola, I want it to be perfect.
My forehead presses against hers as I continue moving, my cock sliding in and out of her.
“You okay?” I ask.
She nods, breathless.
That’s when my control slips just a bit. I increase the rhythm, not rough, just more urgent, my eyes locked on hers as she begins to fall apart beneath me. And I swear to God, watching her lose herself like this is better than any ego boost I’ve ever pursued.
I sense it before she says anything—the way her pussy tightens around my cock, the way her breath shifts, and the way her nails dig into my back, as if she’s holding on to something that’s about to pull her under.
“Fuck,” I groan, my eyes fixed on her face.
She’s close. I can see it in the way her brows pull together. In the way her mouth opens, helpless and desperate.
She clenches around me again and my vision almost whites out.
“That’s it,” I murmur, voice rough. “Let go, Bells. Let this cock take you there.”
She gasps, her hips jerking up to meet mine, and I feel her losing control inch by inch. I keep my rhythm steady, not pounding like always. I want her to experience every moment of it.
“Don’t hold back,” I tell her. “I want to feel you come apart on me.”
Her breath breaks into a moan that sends heat straight through my chest. Her body starts to tremble under mine, little spasms tightening around my cock.
“Jace…” she cries.
“Yeah,” I answer instantly. “Look at me.”
Lola’s eyes snap to mine just as it hits her and her whole body goes tight.
“Fuck,” I groan again, my forehead pressing against hers as I continue, slower now but still deep, letting her ride out every pulse.
She’s shaking, gasping loudly. Her legs tighten around my waist as if she’s afraid I’ll disappear.
“That’s it,” I whisper against her mouth. “Let it happen. I’ve got you.”
Her orgasm ripples through her in waves, her body warm and trembling beneath me. Every nerve alive and on fire. I feel everycontraction, every flutter, every desperate squeeze around my cock.
I hold it together… barely… grinding deeper, still watching her face memorizing the way she looks when she comes.
She whispers my name again, softer this time.
“Fuck,” I groan, and I can’t even pretend to hold it in.
It hits me hard. My whole body goes rigid as the orgasm tears through me. My cock pulses inside the condom, my hips stuttering once before I force them still.
Short, rough breaths leave my mouth as I ride it out, every muscle tight. My forehead drops to her stomach and I inhale, dragging in the scent of her skin, grounding myself in it.
