“Jonas,” she whimpered.
“I got you, kitten,” I promised. “There you go. Look at you.” I glanced down between us. The sight was fucking beautiful and obscene. The beast in me wanted to take a fucking picture of my thick cock stuffing her little pussy.
“Jonas,” she whimpered again.
“Look at you, kitten. Taking all of me like my good fucking girl.” Her pussy contracted around me at my praise. “So fucking tight,” I groaned.
My mouth crashed against hers.
My hands moved to squeeze her ass as she rode me nice and slow like I’d told her to. Minutes could have melted into hours in that moment as we got lost in one another. Way too quickly, we started to burn as the speed picked up from both of us. My hips worked upward, thrusting to meet her. Each time deeper. Wetter.
“Ride me harder, Kitty, give it to me.”
“Jonas.”
“Come for me,” I gritted through my teeth as an all-familiar tingle started to burn at the base of my spine.
“I’m not sure I can,” she whimpered, and a wolfish grin covered my face.
“Oh, you can, baby girl. My woman can do anything,” I praised and meant it beyond shit we’d do behind closed doors.
“Jonas—“
“You think I don’t see who you are?” I grunted, my hands holding her tighter. “What you’re capable of?”
“Oh god.” Her nails dug deeper into my shoulders.
“My beautiful girl. You’re more than you think you are.” That blush I’d fallen in love with deepened, and her eyes widened for a moment, but what my woman never did was stop moving. She rode me like our lives depended on me. “Designing shoes. Making pretty, sexy things for her and her friends with her own two talented hands,” I praised, letting her know I knew.
She didn’t just find things like she told her friends. She created unique pieces. And fuck me, she was talented.
This wasn’t some kind of blind obsession only because she was fucking stunningly beautiful. No. It went farther than that. Ran deeper. Quietly watching her. Studying her. Possessive and obsessed, I couldn’t tear my attention from her in the moments she thought she was all alone.
I knew all about how passionate my talented woman was. If she wanted to, I would hand over every last penny for her to create a fucking lingerie empire if she wanted.
“How did—“ she gasped, tightening around me. “How did yo-you know?”
“I know you. Fuck, Kitty Ortega, I love you.” The words tumbled out of me without reservation or regret.
“I love you,” she whimpered. Those three little words broke something in me, changing the way my brain worked from there on out.
I stood up, taking her with me, still connected, and her eyes widened. Never slipping out of her, I pinned her against the wall and fucked her. Hard. Ruthless. Rough.
“Jonas!” she screamed out my name. Maybe I wouldn’t give a shit if anyone heard her crying out my name after all? Letting those assholes out there know there would never be a chance for those horny lonely fuckers when it came to my woman. I thrusted in and out, not stopping until she was crying out.
“Tell me again,” I demanded like an ass.
“I love you. I love you, Jonas Porter.”
“Good god,” I growled, resting my head in the crook of her neck. Jonas, the man, was no longer in charge.
The animal, the beast she’d brought to life was.
Fucking her, rutting into her like a brute, one who listened to her whimpers and cries and fed off what made her pretty, little pussy tighten and milk him. Before I knew it, we were there. Right on the ledge.
“Jonas! Jonas!”
“Kitty, baby—“ we cried at the same time, and with one hard thrust, we both came together. Never had I ever orgasmed simultaneously with a parter. But fuck me, anything I’d ever experienced before paled in comparison to what making love to Kitty Ortega was like. My release flooded her pussy as it milked me, trying to suck out every fucking drop of my seed until it was dripping between us. We were a sticky, sweaty mess, but fuck me, it was beautiful.
