And yet, I want more.
I reach behind me to find his cock solid as steel and hot to the touch. Desperate for more of what he gave me merely hoursago, I turn to face him then push him onto his back, straddling him naked like the brazen hussy I apparently am.
His eyes are brimming with desire as they stroke down over my breasts and stomach to my thighs stretched wide across his hips.
My lids shiver a little as they flick up to his face. I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what to expect. I don’t even know how to begin.
“Put your hands on my chest.” His voice is all throaty with lust.
I do as he says.
“Now come up onto your knees.”
I do that too, feeling him angle the head of his cock at my entrance.
“You’ll need to come up higher,” he rasps. “On your feet.”
What?
I look down at the space between us. His cock stands so tall there isn’t enough room to get it in. I’m more petite than the average woman, but he ishuge—height, width, everything. I come up onto my feet a little, so he can position his cock.
“Now come down, slowly.”
I glance up at him, a worried look furrowing my brow.
A smile pulls at his lips. “You’re plenty wet enough.”
I slide onto his cock, both of us moaning like we’re slotting right back into place. I have never felt like this before—like I’m only whole with another part of someone else inside me.
He thrusts up, his thighs tensing into hard lines, and his eyes roll back a touch.
“Fuck, Erin…”
I move above him, unsure of how to pace myself, but melting at the sound of his breaths. I do this for a few minutes, then his eyes snap to mine and I’m suddenly hauled off his body.
My ass slams to the bed, then he flips me over with what feels like the lightest of touches.
Before I know it, I’m face down in the comforter, my legs spread wide, my ass canted in the air.
I can’t get a word out before he slams into me, his cock shoved hard to my very edge with a stone aged grunt. “You are mine, my little villainess. All mine.”
And Jesus, I push my ass back into him. After everything I’ve been through, I want it hard and raw and honest.
I cry out with every rut, loving it, even though I’ve never experienced sex like this. It feels rough and desperate. Pure, unrestrained lust. Two people using each other’s bodies for pleasure.
“Fuck me, Augusto,” I whimper, doped up on the sound of my own, lust-drenched voice.
“Yes, baby,” he rasps from behind me. “You are so wet, so hot, so tight, so fucking perfect.”
“I want to feel you come,” I gasp. And to my utter astonishment, I do. I want to feel this man’s release crash against my cervix so hard I see stars.
“Make me, baby,” he groans. “Grip me tight. Give me that ass.”
I tighten around him, flexing my spine so he can seeeverything. I’m shameless and liberated, because he seems to find every inch of me sexy. And that’s more powerful than any therapy or drug.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he rasps. “God, your body, Erin.”
I grip harder, feeling the ridges of his cock glide along my walls, stimulating that spot I now know makes me ascend to a different plain.
