That’s fucking hot.
I pump into her faster, torn between wanting to fuck her into the middle of next week and using a little finesse.
But she got off ten minutes ago while my balls have been turning blue for nearly two weeks.
“Baby, I don’t know how long I’m going to last if you keep doing that.”
“Doing what?” she whispers, meeting my eyes. Hers are hooded and filled with lust. “This?” She does that thing with her nails again and I thrust up hard and deep.
“Every time you do that I’m going to fuck you harder,” I growl.
“That a challenge?” She grips my shoulders with both hands, pressing her nails into my flesh. Harder and deeper, eyes glued to mine.
“Don’t tempt me, baby girl.” Without warning, I twist around enough to grab both of her hands, dragging them over her head. I hold them in one of mine, giving her a little smirk. “You’ve no idea the beast you’ve unleashed.”
“Show me.”
So I do.
And it’s not pretty but it’s fucking awesome.
Carnal and sweaty and hard and…perfect.
Just like her.
I slam into her with enough force to shake the bed but she’s right there with me, meeting every thrust, lips parted prettily.
“You gonna scream for me?” I whisper, nipping her neck.
“Mmm, yes.”
“Allora.”
Her eyes flicker open.
“Look at me when you come.”
She blinks a few times but I know how to get her there—I’ve been paying attention. I know which angle makes her walls clench tighter and which one makes her eyes roll back…every time.
“Just like that, baby girl. Cream on my cock like you did my fingers—and if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you lick every drop.”
Her mouth opens on a silent scream and she jerks against me.
“Let me hear you,” I growl, driving into the same spot over and over as I watch her splinter into a million beautiful, sexy pieces.
“Landon…” It’s not a scream but her face—and body—make so much more noise than anything coming out of her mouth.
The expression on her face, filled with awe and flushed pink.
Her pussy spasming around my cock, milking every drop as I race toward the precipice with her. There’s no stopping us as we topple over the edge and I’m pretty sure my roar is louder than anything the DJ played down at the party.
“Yesssss!” She hisses out that one word, wiggling against me as she tries in vain to break free of my grip on her hands. “Landon…oh fuck, fuck, fuck!”
I say something in response but it’s fairly nonsensical since I’m beyond reason at this point. My body’s on fire, lips clamped on her neck like a damn vampire, and the waves of pleasure seem endless.
Until finally—I swear it’s somewhere between five seconds and five years—I collapse on top of her. I release her hands and they immediately wrap around me, holding me close.
I panic for a second, worried I’ve gone too far or hurt her, but when I look down into her face, there’s that smile again. The sweet, sexy one she gives me when she’s about to say something flirtatious.
