“God, you’re a tease,” I gushed.
Maybe I half-expected some kind of punishment or further teasing in response to that statement. Instead, he pushed into me in a deep, controlled stroke that made my entire body snap to attention, every bit of me, inside and out, tuning in to his possession. He filled me, hot and bare, and I’d never felt anything more fucking exquisite.
“Johnny,” I gasped in utter, delirious pleasure.
“That what you wanted, Angeline?”
God, the husky, horny way he said my name. That I could command such desire from him… it was heady magic.
“I wanted you to want me,” I whispered.
He pulled out, slowly, until the head of his cock was stretching my opening, then fed me the whole shaft again… until his body pressed tight to mine. I could feel him stretching my channel open, the restrained power in his hips against me, the possessive bite of his fingers around my hips and waist. I felt wide open to him, filled by him, and all I wanted was more. Again and again and again.
But he remained still until I squirmed with hunger.
His hands slid down my ass, his thumbs seeking the flesh between my legs. He drew me open, gently, and slowly, so slowly, began to fuck me. Just a few times, until I groaned. Then he seated himself deep again, going still. I felt his cock spasm inside me and I wondered if this was torturing him as much as it was me.
“Feel me inside you, Angel?” His voice was growing raspy now, but no less demanding.
“Yes.”
“Say my name.”
“Johnny,” I breathed. He pulled out again and then eased back in, and it felt like my brain was gradually being rewired, every time he possessed me—no matter how he did it—and made me utter his name. Made me acknowledge who was driving me wild like this.
“Johnny,” I gasped, as he pumped into me, a little faster, harder, rocking me. I pushed back against him, taking his thrusts as the intensity ramped up; both the controlled power of his thrusts and my reaction to them. Arousal swept through my body at dizzying speed, making me flush all over.
“Johnny.” I bore down on him, wanting every sensation I could feel as he battered into me, brutal now, but still not fast, making every nerve hyper-tuned to his next move… ever inch, every beat of his rhythm, felt all the way down to my curling toes.
He groaned above me, squeezing my ass cheeks as he controlled the depth of his thrusts, controlled me completely as he fucked into me. “Does my cock slut need more?” The words were spoken with desire and affection, and molten heat washed through me like a drug through my veins.My.It was themyin that sentence, as much as the dirty words, that floored me.
This is mine.
You don’t come for anyone but me, Angel.
Your pleasure is mine…
I moaned, feeling desperate and so split open, so naked for him, that it was making the whole world spin.
“Tell me you need it,” he rasped, sounding hungry and needy himself.
“I need this. Please, give it to me.”
He did, fucking me faster, still deep, sending that flush of heat through me again.
“Bear down on me,” he ordered.
I did, squeezing his invading cock as hard as I could.
He moaned and suddenly his hands left my ass. He grabbed me and pulled me up, holding me against his hard, hot body, my back to his front. He locked a possessive arm around my waist and kept fucking me. But the angle had changed. The depth.
Suddenly, his cockhead was rubbing into my front wall, hitting that glorious, engorged g-spot. In my experience, there was no spot; it was much better than that. That whole area, when touched the right way, at the right time, sent my whole core into inside-out meltdown. When he slid his other hand between my legs and pinched the tip of my clit between his fingers, I detonated with a scream.
My body shook, my core spasming around him as he fucked me, my clit pulsing under his fingers and all around his invading cock. I could feel his heat and the restrained lust in his body, tense against me, as he teased out my orgasm… and the feeling that he was savoring it just made me come harder.
The arm around my waist slid upwards, his hand slipping around my throat. He squeezed gently, possessively, as his other hand rubbed between my legs and the explosions rippled through me.
It wasn’t until my head had unscrambled and I remembered where I was that the horror hit me. I twisted out of his arms and detached myself from his cock, falling back on the lounge chair. I panted, blinking up at him.
