Fuck. Me.
Enveloped by her tight walls, I let out a low, guttural groan. Nothing louder, careful not to wake her. And Elowyn is being such a good girl. She stays still despite the invasion, with my hot breath grazing her shoulder.
My teeth latch onto my lip, blood seeping onto my tongue when my hand returns to splay over her stomach. I hold her steady as I rock my hips gently. Inch in, inch out.
The pleasure in her, the warmth, this tight pussy…what’s left of my control is hanging by a thread.
When she makes the sweetest little huff, it’s gone.
I press my hand more firmly over her stomach, make sure she’s not going anywhere, and sink to the hilt in one thrust.
“Fuck, baby.” With my hips slamming into her without a shred of mercy, there’s no need to be quiet anymore. “Good girl.”
“No,” she gasps, eyes flying open. She isn’t fully awake, though. I know because she isn’t looking at me, instead clawing at the sheets, trying to escape. “Let me go.”
“It’s me.” Without slowing down, I slip a hand beneath her neck, hold her by her throat so I can keep pounding her while I raise the palm that’s on her stomach.
I dip two fingers into her mouth, offering fullness. Comfort. It works. Something about them—the taste or shape—puts Elowyn at ease.
Her body relaxes, leaning into me as I go harder. Faster.
“That’s it.” She’s driving me insane with her softness. That pussy, the wet sounds it makes with every stroke. “You like that, don’t you? How I’m giving your cunt what she needs. Taking care of her after you’ve been soaking the sheets in your sleep.”
“Me?” she murmurs around my fingers, twisting her head.
This woman is beyond beautiful. Bright eyes. Red cheeks and redder neck. The goose bumps on her skin.
“Yes, you. Let me guess.” A bite to her neck. A kiss to soothe the pain. “You’ve been dreaming about my cock driving into you over”—thrust—“and over”—fuck, can’t get deep enough—“and over.”
When she saysyeswith her tongue swirling around and between my fingers, I let out a groan. I nearly burst from this tentative swipe. From her wanting me, searching for me.
But she hasn’t come yet. And I’m definitely not done with her. Not now that I can finally give us what we’ve been denied for years.
“Suck.” I finger-fuck that pretty mouth. She obeys and, damn, that quick submission, I’m addicted. “That’s it. More spit now. I want my wrist wet, understand?”
Her cunt clenches, soaking me up before she purses her lips tighter around me. I groan, whisper praises, feel Elowyn every-fucking-where.
“Enough.” Leaving her mouth is torture, but then my fingers find her clit and—“Fuck.”
My body is on fire as I rub her. The squirming, gasping, mess of a woman takes me, her hips meeting mine with every stroke of my cock. She looks so beautiful as she’s caught between not knowing what she’s doing and needing more of it.
It wakes something in me, more primal than ever before.
I go deeper, thrust harder. My pace is relentless, but I don’t miss this. The moment her body freezes, pussy squeezing me, then?—
“Good girl,” I growl when she lets go and comes.
Elowyn’s pleasure spills all over the bedroom, red and fiery, glimmering with gold too.
But even as her body pulses with her orgasm, I don’t slow. Don’t stop.
Impossible, when praising and fucking her leaves her shivering with one aftershock after another.
I’m obsessed with how she reacts to me. With the little sounds of pleasure.
With how violent she gets too, digging her nails into my wrist until she breaks skin.
“You want to brand me, Elowyn?” My cock thickens, stretching her from the inside. I pinch her clit when she cries out heryes. I need her to come again. “Want the entire world to know I bleed for you?”
