Her fingers dug into his skin and she widened her legs without argument. She’d never considered herself a woman to be claimed, but when he said it like that, she was downright eager.
Lance pushed himself up to his knees, hands sliding down her body without ever leaving her skin, and groaned as he looked her over. “So fucking beautiful,” he said, voice thick. Taking himself in one hand, he pressed the head of his cock at her entrance firmly enough she could feel it without actually entering her body. He locked his eyes with hers again and growled, “So fuckingmine.”
Then he thrust forward, filling her in one swift, undeniable movement.
Her world shifted on its axis.
Her back came off the bed and her hands clawed at the sheet. He hadn’t even fingered her, stretched her, prepped her at all. A move like that should have hurt, but she’d barely felt a sting. The stretch burned in the best goddamn way. Tears stung her eyes—tears of overwhelmed ecstasy. And in that single moment, she understood why her previous partners had never wowed her.
They’d been too tame.
Lance grabbed her legs and set them on his shoulders, his hands anchoring over her thighs. He ground himself against her, seating himself deep, and gave her thighs a squeeze. “Fuck, sweetheart, your pussy swallows me so well. Like she was always waiting for my dick.”
Lynnette wanted to roll her eyes, but her body was too busy pulsing with a very different desire.
He turned his head, pressed a soft kiss to the inside of her leg, then shifted his angle just a bit and began to move. Long, deep strokes that hit all of her nerve endings and stole the breath fromher lungs each time. For several seconds, he focused on that rhythm, building her up rapidly with seemingly minimal effort. Then he released his grip of her legs in favor of bending forward to trail his tongue up the side of her neck.
Her hands flew to his skin, latching on to the muscles of his broad back.
Their hips came together faster, harder, and she was sure the slightest change of wind pressure would send her over.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Lance murmured into her ear as he ground against her clit. “Come for me. Be a good girl and soak my dick like you did my face.”
Another wave of heat lashed through her and the memory of that moment replayed through her mind. She felt her body clench, her release coiled so tightly she couldn’t breathe.
“Show me, sweetheart,” he whispered, lips still brushing her skin with each syllable. “Show me how pretty you come.” He slammed deep in emphasis, and she plummeted over the horizon.
Strangled, half-sobbing sounds ripped from her as her body arched and clenched, a fire beyond description burning through her blood. It engulfed her from the inside, until she was floating in a sea of white, feeling far too good to move a single muscle.
Something rumbled overhead, just out of sight. Lynnette blinked to clear her eyes.
Lance had adjusted to kiss the other side of her neck and was running his tongue along the underside of her jaw. “You blissed out immediately after an orgasm is officially my new favorite sight.” He raised up enough to tease her lips and she opened for him, allowing a deep, wet kiss.
Lynnette moved to hook her leg over his hip, to hold him closer while they kissed, and realized with a start that he was still hard. And inside her.
Lance grinned against her lips before easing back. “Oh, we’re not done.” He rocked against her sensitive lips, drawing a moan from her, then pulled back. “Hands and knees, sweetheart. Let me see your sexy ass while I fuck your perfect pussy until both of us drop.”
Once again, her body took over while her brain played catch-up. She positioned herself with her hands partially wedged beneath the pillows and legs spread apart, knees digging into the mattress, and questioned her sanity.
Until Lance’s hands returned to her skin, and his heated, rough voice washed over her ears.
He trailed a hand up her spine, used the other to squeeze one of her ass cheeks, then leaned entirely over her and took one of her boobs in his large hand. He kissed her shoulder before bringing his lips to her ear. “Every inch of you is fucking perfection.” His other hand settled on her hip and she felt him nudge at her sore, aching entrance.
Lynnette moaned, her hips rocking toward him on instinct. “More,” she begged, feeling too good and too alive and too desperate to even comprehend shame. “Please. I need you inside me.”
Lance rolled his tongue over her neck, attached his lips to the same spot, and sucked hard enough to leave a mark. All the while gliding his length over her pussy lips, back and forth, in a taunting, promising motion. He nibbled at her ear and murmured, “Are you gonna be my good girl and let me come inside you?”
Her body clenched. Never in her life had she taken that sort of risk, but the words that fell out of her mouth were, “Yes. Lance, please!”
He released her breast to catch her by the jaw, turning her head enough to take her lips in a hard, wet kiss. Then he easedback, anchored his other hand on her open hip, and sank inside her wanton core.
They both groaned.
He gripped her tight. “Goddamn, Lynn, a man could lose his mind with how good your pussy feels.” He didn’t waste any time lingering, his hips immediately picking up a powerful rhythm that had her dropping to her forearms. But she made sure to move with him, to grind her ass against his pelvis and counter his forward thrusts just enough to provide extra friction.
Lance muttered something she couldn’t hear. Whether that was because he spoke too low or because the buzzing in her ears had grown too loud, she was less sure. All of her senses had narrowed down to their joining, to where he was touching and fucking her, and the pleasure each heartbeat of contact provided.
Then he curled a hand in her hair and hauled her up, bringing her back to his chest and adding an extra zap of pleasurable pain in the process. He curved his other arm around her middle as he adjusted the angle of his hips, but he didn’t stop thrusting. Suddenly she was straddling his lap backwards, her body spread and on display—for the wall. It still felt a bit lewd, but in that way that added an illicit thrill.
