"That's it, baby," I growl. "Take it. Take all of me."
She's riding me like she's possessed.
Like she needs this as much as I do.
Herbreasts bounce with every movement, and I can't help myself—I reach up and grip one, squeezing, my thumb brushing over her nipple.
She gasps.
Her head falls back.
Her mouth opens in a silent scream.
"Harder," she begs. "Fuck me harder, Silas. I need—I need—"
"I know what you need," I tell her, my voice dark and possessive.
I shift my grip, one hand sliding up to the back of her neck, pulling her down so our foreheads are almost touching.
Our eyes lock.
And Ithrust up into her.
Hard.
Deep.
So deep I can feel her cervix.
She cries out, her nails raking down my chest, leaving red marks in their wake.
The pain only makes me harder.
"You feel that?" I ask, my voice rough. "You feel how deep I am inside you?"
"Yes," she gasps. "Yes—fuck—yes—"
"This pussy is mine," I tell her, thrusting again. "You're *mine*, Bec's. Say it."
"Yours," she moans. "I'm yours—fuck—I'm yours—"
Her body is trembling.
I can feel it.
The way her thighs are shaking.
The way her breath is coming in short, desperate gasps.
The way her pussy is tightening around my cock, clenching harder with every thrust.
She's close.
So fucking close.
"Cum for me," I command, my hand tightening on the back of her neck. "Cum on my cock, Bec's. Show me how much you want me."
"I'm—I'm—" she stammers, her voice breaking.
