I inch down on the sofa so he can get a better view as I pick up the pace, finger fucking myself with a nice and steady rhythm. With my free hand, I unzip the jacket to reveal my lacy white bra.
I will force Connor to join me on the dark side.
I roll my neck back so I can attend to my own pleasure. My teasing will end him. Make him eight kinds of jealous of my hand.
He’ll see.
My breath comes faster, my breasts heaving against my palm as my body lights up. I needed this so, so much.
I moan, biting my lip with a little whimper. “Connor…”
He downs his wine and sets the glass aside. “You asked for it.” Then he strips out of his pants and boxers and charges me.
Even under this shitty lighting, his erection is the most beautiful thing in the world.
I smirk, satisfied with my sweet victory. I broke him down. Now he’s as out of control as everything else in my life.
He fits.
We fit.
There’s order in disorder, I realize, as I remove my fingers from inside me to rip off my underwear.
“I’ve got those.” Connor hooks his thumbs in my white panties and slides them down my legs.
Dropping to his knees, he yanks me down on the sofa until my ass hangs off the edge. He holds me in place with one hand while the other one rubs my pussy before stroking his cock with my juices.
I don’t know how his member could possibly get any harder, but before my very eyes, the veins bulge even more, and his perfect cock grows redder.
Connor takes one of my legs and drapes it over a shoulder. I follow his cue and secure my other foot farther over on the coffee table, opening wide in anticipation.
He lines up the head and sinks into me, burying his entire eight-inch shaft.
My moan evolves into a near scream. “Connor! Oh my god, that…hurts so good.”
This is just what I need in my frazzled state, a new kind of pain to distract me from the day.
He pulls out and plunges in again, this time with even more force. He knows exactly where my pleasure-pain threshold lies. Again, he plunges in with more power. With my leg on his shoulder, I’m spread so wide. This is as deep as he’s ever gone.
This perfect pleasure drains my mind of anything but the feel of him thrusting inside me and teasing my G-spot with each buck of his hips.
I’ve got such a great view of his dick as he thrusts too. This is even better than watching him eat me out in the mirror at the swimming facility. I’m closer to him, and I can see his expressions shift as he moans in ecstasy and gasps my name.
I could get off just from that alone…
This man is my salvation.
“You feel so fucking incredible, Cat.” He groans, his eyes dark with lust, his hands gripping me tightly. “I can’t take it much longer.”
He starts kissing my calf, his stubble tickling my skin. He’s found a whole new erogenous zone I didn’t even realize I had.
I cry out again, sparks zipping straight to my core. “Connor, don’t… I’ll come. Stop…”
He sucks on my calf as he rails into me. Our bodies slam together, harder and faster, as his cock fills me up. I’m losing my damn mind.
Then suddenly, he moves my leg down from his shoulder and reaches under my ass. He hoists me up until we’re standing while he’s fully inside me. He sits on the sofa so my legs can spread out wide on either side of him.
I sink down, groaning as I grind against him.
