She lies there, staring up at me, eyes glowing in the dim lights, damp hair fanned across the pillow, skin still flushed from the bath. So fucking gorgeous. So perfect.
I push a pillow under her ass, and she wraps her legs around my back as soon as I get in position.
“You sure you want this now?” I ask, the head of my cock gliding over her pussy, precum mixing with her arousal. We both let out a shaky exhale. “You’re still trembling.”
“Not from any unprocessed trauma. Not because of the auction, and not because I gave Anton exactly what he deserved.” She grips my shoulders, trying to drag me closer. “Don’t make me beg. Fuck me. Now.”
I brush my lips across hers. “What kind of man would I be if I skipped foreplay?”
“I don’t want foreplay,” she whispers. “Not tonight.”
It’d be wise not to argue with her. She just killed a man.
I sink into her in one hard thrust, right to the hilt. She gasps and moans, her body melting into the mattress.
“Oh God.” Her nails sink into my arms. “Do that again.”
I pull out and drive myself home again, slower this time... just because I know she wants it hard and fast.
“How many orgasms will you give me, hellcat?”
“I don’t know,” she pants. “But if you don’t give me one, I swear I’ll hurt you.”
I chuckle, pulling my hips back and pushing forth slowly.Sofucking slowly. I know the rhythm isn’t enough to get her off.
Her pussy pulses around me in that telltale way that makes it painfully obvious she’d come if I stopped teasing. But I love the way she arches into me, the way her cheeks run red, and her nipples pucker more.
“Stop teasing,” she groans, smacking my chest. “Move!”
“I am moving.”
“Faster.”
“Patience, hellcat. You can take this a little longer.”
“No, I want... I need... damn it, Koby.” She braces both hands on my chest, smacking me hard when I don’t budge. Using her legs, arms, and everything else she can for leverage, she shoves me off, wildfire dancing in her eyes.
My favorite view.
She whips herself up and keeps up the attack until I sit back on my calves. She climbs onto my lap, grabs my cock and slams herself down, her fingers gripping a fistful of my hair to yank my head where she wants it: lips in the crook of her neck.
The pace she sets is just like her in this moment. Frantic. Wild. Fast and hard.
“I love it when you do that,” I admit.
The angle is fucking perfect. I hit so deep I swear I’m not far off her cervix, but she doesn’t look like it hurts. If anything, she’s in ecstasy when I grip her hips and help her up the tempo.
She’s panting, mewling, her head thrown back, eyes closed.
Is there anything sexier than a woman using you to get what she desperately needs? I sincerely don’t think so. It takes five, maybe six thrusts before those panted moans hit full volume.
“That’s one, hellcat,” I say, taking over.
Her legs shake so hard she can’t keep up with the tempo, but she’s so light I have no issue bouncing her. A bead of sweat slides down my spine as I start pushing her with my hips, fucking into her to feel every pulse and every tremor of her tight pussy.
Her orgasm lasts for fucking ever and the sounds she makes have me on the verge of losing my cool.
“Now for number two.”
