She clings to me, nuzzles closer like she craves the contact more than I do. Taking her mouth in a deep kiss, I skim my hand down her back, mapping the sweet curve of her butt until I reach the mark, groaning at how soft and warm she is.
Wet, swollen... ready for me even though I’ve not done a thing to get her this aroused. No need for foreplay. She’s dripping, her hunger matching mine, but I won’t deny myself the pleasure of making her come when she clings to me like this. Like she never wants to be anywhere else.
“Mine,” I coo against her lips, drawing lazy circles on her pussy, my fingers soaked within seconds. “Look at me, Addie.”
She opens her eyes, lips parted, and a soft moan hits my ears when I dip one finger inside to slowly stroke her G spot.
“Kiss me, baby,” I whisper, nudging her nose with mine.
She inches closer, taking control the one way she can as her lips devour mine. There’s so much intensity in her. So much raw emotion as her tongue meets mine, stroking, teasing, proving how much she wants and needs me.
It’s fucking addictive.
Sheis addictive. Tempting. Distracting.
The sounds she makes while I slip my finger in and out, taking my sweet time. How she grinds into me, her hips canting in small circles as she rubs her clit over my cock...
She’s perfect. Mine. A sight to fucking see.
“Colt,” she mewls, breaking the kiss. She hides her face in my neck, her whole body quivering. “Oh, oh, I—”
The rest of the sentence is just a symphony of sweet, delirious moans and gasps as she soaks my hand, her hips working harder as she wrings out every ounce of orgasmic pleasure, taking what she needs.
“Good girl, don’t stop. Give me one more.”
She gently scrapes her teeth over my pulse point, then draws a sharp breath when I add a second finger, working her faster and deeper. I hold her tighter, both arms flush to her sides, limiting her movement.
It’s a trap.
She can’t roll off. She can’t move her arms. All she can do is work those hips and take whatever I give her.
And I’ll give her everything she ever asks for.
She loves being at my mercy. I can tell by how wet she is. How loud she moans despite biting the pillow by my head. How eagerly she rubs her clit over my cock, soaking my pants.
“Almost there,” I whisper, working her faster when her walls start to pulse. “Don’t hold it. Let go, Addie.”
And she does, coming undone again so hard her legs shake. I drink her moans, holding her close as we kiss.
“I need a second to catch my breath,” she murmurs, skimming her lips across my jawline while I pull my fingers out. “You’re too good at this.”
“No breaks.”
I strip, then flip her onto her stomach and push her legs together, crossing her ankles. Wrapping her long, brown locks around my wrist, I tug until she arches her back enough to dent her spine. Positioning myself at her entrance, I thrust myself inside, deep and demanding. Addie lets out a satisfied cry, gripping the sheets with both hands.
I lean over her, my lips roaming her back, shoulders, and neck as my pace quickens, my moves rhythmical but fast and hard. She gasps, arching back more.
Her lips part, letting out short moans every time I drive into her. I love this position, the angle, and how tight and wet she is. She rises on her elbows, pushing her sweet ass a bit higher when I let go of her hair, knotting our fingers again.
Locking her in a purpose-built cage of my arms, my hips move back and forth, the angle letting me in so fucking deep I can barely keep my orgasm in check.
“Oh God,” she mewls.
“There it is.” Satisfied, I hit the same spot over and over again. “Now. Come for me.”
Our bodies gleam with a mist of sweat when she starts pulsating around me, and I speed up, knowing damn well it’ll prolong her orgasm. She’s still trembling when I help her into a sitting position. “Turn around and kneel.”
I love it when her legs wobble as she complies, kneeling with her hands firmly on the headrest for support.
