Slowly, I pushed inside her, watching her face as her eyes fluttered closed and her mouth fell open on a silent gasp.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I groaned. So goddamn tight I had to grit my teeth to keep from losing control and burying myself to the hilt.
Pulling out to the tip, I pushed inside another inch. In and out, I moved slowly until I was fully seated.
“Are you okay, baby?” I asked, giving her time to adjust to my size.
“Yeah,” she breathed, her hands sliding down my back.
I started to move, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in. Her walls clenched around me, and I groaned low in my throat. “Goddamn. Your pussy’s magic.”
“Faster,” she panted.
I didn’t need to be told twice.
I picked up the pace, my hips snapping forward as I drove into her over and over. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with our heavy breathing and those little moans that were driving me out of my fucking mind.
“Wade,” she gasped, her nails digging into my back. “I’m?—”
“I know, baby. I can feel it.” Her pussy was fluttering around my cock, squeezing me so tight I was seeing stars. “You gotta come, baby.”
Fuck. Me. If she didn’t come soon, I was going to get off before she got hers.
“Wade,” she wailed, crying out my name as her orgasm crashed over her.
Thank the fucking Gods.
My hips snapped faster.
Once, twice, oh fuck.
Head falling back on my shoulders, my eyes closed at the feel of her coming apart beneath me.
I was done for.
Slamming into her one last time, I buried myself deep as jets of cum filled the tip of the condom.
“Goddamn,” I breathed, my heart beating so hard I was afraid it was going to beat right out of my chest.
Harmony’s eyes closed, and her lips were curved up into a satisfied smile.
Mine.
The word echoed in my head, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I was never letting this woman go.
Falling onto my side, I pulled off the condom, tossed it in the trash beside the bed, then reached out and pulled my new obsession tight against my chest.
Harmony lifted her head, her eyes searching mine. “I should probably go,” she said quietly after a few minutes.
“No.”
She arched a dark brow. “No?”
“No. You’re staying here.”
“Is that right?” she asked, fighting a smile.
“Yeah,” I growled, tightening my arm around her waist as I pressed a kiss on her lips. “I’m not done with you yet.”
