Sly should just cut his losses. He doesn’t even know what is waiting for him.
Even though I’m rough as I strip my woman, I don’t have it in me to care. “You put yourself in danger,’ I snarl the words.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpers.
She doesn’t deny it. She doesn’t defend herself or try to make excuses. That has a most the anger pulsing in my chest morphing into something else, something far hungrier.
For her.
Always for her.
When we’re both bare, I sit on the bed with my back against the headboard. My cock is so fucking hard, my desire a mixture of fear and what my woman always does to me.
“You’re going to ride my cock, Angel,” I demand. “I’m going to get a front row seat to your tits bouncing and you chasing your pleasure.”
My woman bites her lip, her cheeks pinking slightly, before she crawls onto the bed and then up the length of me. When she straddles my hips, my fists clench at my sides. Not touching her.
I don’t even know why I’m holding back. Everything in me is screaming to touch her. To consume her. To brand her as mine.
Graycie pouts before gripping one of my wrists with both hands. She moves it until I have no other choice but to grip her hip. Then she does the same with my other wrist before blinding me with a wide, self-satisfied smile.
My breath stalls in my lungs as I watch her lift up, grip my cock, and sink back down my length. Slowly. Too fucking slowly.
She’s scorching hot and I have to tip my head back and grit my teeth to stop myself from coming far too soon.
“Fuck, Graycie-girl,” my words come out strained, “you feel so good stretching around my dick.”
“Yes,” she gasps as she rotates her hips one way and then the other.
Fuck me, then my Angel starts to move. Up and down. Slowly at first, making every stroke count, feeling every inch of me, and moaning.
It’s maddening.
It’s fucking perfect.
As she rides me, I can feel her gaining confidence, bouncing faster, moving her hips more deliberately. Nothing about her is tentative. And it’s fucking glorious to watch.
My lips part as I pant, my eyes locked on her. I couldn’t look away even if I tried.
“That’s it,” I encourage her, praise her, “you’re taking me so good. You feel so good.”
The moan she lets out is throaty and so fucking sexy. Unable to take it anymore, I start thrusting up into her when she comes back down. Her eyes widen and her hands shoot out to grip my shoulders, her nails digging in.
I fucking love it.
The bite of pain.
The way it tells me how much she’s feeling, how she’s about to be lost to bliss. I fucking love it.
I love her.
It comes as no surprise to me that I love the woman in my arms. I think I fell in love with her with a single glance.
But what a fucking glance it was.
It’s so damn easy to remember. The sound of the clubhouse door closing behind her and then my eyes finding her. The strands of her dark hair look like a kaleidoscope with the sun shining down on her. The innocence in her eyes, the need for someone to see her and care, the desire to be protected and loved with someone’s entire soul.
“I need you to come,” I grind out the words as I let go of one of her hips to let my fingers find her clit. “I’m not going to be able to hold on much longer, you feel too fucking good.”
