She must be soaked because I slide in almost too fast, and she gasps and freezes, her thigh muscles tightening.
“Savage.” Her eyes blaze, and I don’t think my name has ever sounded so fuckin’ sexy on any other woman’s lips. In fact, she’s ruined me for other women. The image of her rosy nipples, hard and firm, her long, wild hair, her lightly freckled thighs… Claire is ruining me, and all I want is more. All of it. All of her.
She tightens her pussy a little as she lowers herself, the tiniest little clench that squeezes the head of my cock. Another wave of intense pleasure washes over my weak limbs, and I lie there, her willing toy.
“Ride me, babe,” I tell her. “Claire, I need you to fuck me, baby.”
She lowers herself down until she’s fully seated on my cock, and for a minute, it’s as if she loses all her strength. She sags forward, her eyes shut and her hands around my face. She breathes kisses into my mouth, purring and whimpering. “You. Feel. So. Good.”
I kiss her back, my dick reacting to her hot, sweet mouth and my cock deep inside her. I start to move my hips, needing more, needing her friction, but I force myself to stop.
She pulls her mouth from me and sits upright, her small, firm tits right at my eye level.
“Claire,” I groan. “I need a framed picture of this. God, I could never get enough of this view.”
She laughs and leans back, proving me immediately wrong. She tilts her hips and lifts off me, then sits back down so I have an almost unobstructed view of my cock disappearing inside her.
“Scratch that,” I croak. “That’s the sight. That’s the view.”
She smiles but closes her eyes and seats herself fully on top of me. Then she starts to rock her hips gently, back and forth. I reach for her tits, twisting her nipples between my fingers.
“Oh my God,” she cries out. “Don’t stop, Savage.”
I have to close my eyes, because God help me, I’m not gonna last. The pressure of her grinding on my cock makes my balls heavy, and I have to thank past me for getting those condoms, because if we were bare, Claire’s thighs clenching as she rides me, her swollen lips parted with every pant and gasp, her nipples hard and firm, I’d be fuckin’ done for.
She rides me for what seems like forever, writhing against my cock, tossing her head back, her hair growing damp with sweat and my fingers going numb from twisting and tweaking her nips.
She tenses, and she cries out so loud I bet the entire fucking compound hears her, but I don’t care. Claire comes apart for me, crying my name, and trembling as I find my own release. Finally, she stills and collapses against my chest. She falls hard with almost her full weight, and I laugh, wrapping my arms around her and holding her while she cools.
I plant kisses against the top of her head and holdher tight until I think she falls asleep, her fingers stroking the muscles of my pecs.
My dick is going soft inside her when she murmurs against my bare chest, “Can you fuck me from behind?”
Fuck yes, I can!
“You sure?” I ask.
Her eyes fly open, and she scratches her nails lightly against my skin. “Savage, don’t you want to keep fucking me?”
“Say no more.”
She lifts her face to me, and I kiss her, then we flip around until she’s lying facedown, her head turned to the side. She lifts her ass, and my mouth waters.I lower my face to the smooth cheeks and grip them between my fingers.
“Fuck, this ass.” I bite her cheek softly, not hard enough to leave a mark, and she widens her legs and moans in response.
“It’s all yours, babe,” she promises. “I’m all yours.”
I kneel between her legs and urge her to lift up so she’s kneeling, her head still resting forward on the bed. I can see her swollen pussy, wet with her juices, and as badly as I want to lean down and taste her, I do not want to come anywhere but deep inside her.
I watch, my fingers anchored on her hips, as every inch of my cock slides deep inside her. The moan she releases into the bedding as I thrust in takes my breath away. She wiggles her ass, writhing to get closer to me to bring me deeper, and I vow to oblige.
I pull all the way out and slam back into her, and thesteady rhythm of my thrusts and the slapping sound of my body banging into her has her crying again, “More, Savage, my God.”
She begs and shoves her hips back, and I work her body until my knees go numb, sliding into her wetness and back out with such ease, it’s as if her body was built for me. I pick up speed, squeezing her hips so hard, I’m afraid I’m leaving marks—which I absolutely don’t want to do, but she’s begging for more, and pretty soon, my rational thought is gone.
All I feel is her body, the heat of us mingling as sweat and movement, breath and need, until finally, lightning strikes, and I release into the condom, fully seated inside Claire.
When I’m done, it’s my turn to flip onto the bed, boneless, sweaty, and more satisfied than I can ever remember being. I bring her close to my chest, wrap her in my arms, and fall asleep before I even take off the condom.
