Fuck. The way she said my name when she was turned on, like it belonged to her. Like I belonged to her.
“Every time you called me with no shirt on, every filthy text you sent, knowing I’d be touching myself.”
My cock twitched hard, and I swear every ounce of blood in mybody shot straight to it. Jesus. She’d been thinking about me like that, needing me, getting herself off to me.
I couldn’t even breathe.
Her fingers slid under my T-shirt, tugged it over my head, and tossed it aside. Then she dragged my shorts and boxers down in one smooth motion, and wrapped her hand around my cock that was so hard I could barely think straight.
“Fucking hell, Katie…”
She didn’t stop.
She dipped her head between my legs, hers still wide open over me. She licked a slow line up my shaft, her tongue teasing the head before taking me into her mouth.Fuck, that mouth of hers.
My hips jolted. She pressed a hand to my thigh, holding me down as she took me deeper into her throat. She sucked hard and slow, then faster, gagging just enough to make me lose my damn mind.
“You’re not even trying to survive this, are you?” I choked out, my hand fisting in her hair.
She smirked around me. Christ, she looked deadly as sin like that, licking the bead of precum that had formed.
I had to pull her off before I came down her throat, thoughfuck me, I’d make her take every drop later. Right now, I needed to come inside her.
“If you keep that up,” I growled, my voice rough with everything I wasn’t saying, “this is gonna be over before I even get to fuck you.”
As she climbed back up me, I slid off the lace thong I’d paid for, dragged my cock through her slick pussy, and held myself right there at her entrance.
“Then shut up,” she whispered, “and let me ride you like I own you.”
Fucking hell.
She sank down onto me with one slow, devastating grind, and I swear to God I blacked out at the feeling of her wrapped around me. She was so tight, so warm, her body gripping mine like she’d been made for me, and me only.
“Katie…” I groaned, my hands gripping her hips. “You’re gonna ruin me.”
“Already have,” she whispered.
She started moving in slow, deep strokes that had me gritting my teeth and moaning into her throat. She rode me like she wanted to break me, and Jesus did I want her to.
Her hips rolled, her breasts bounced, her lips parted with every thrust. I kissed her neck, her mouth, her shoulder. I couldn’t get enough. Couldn’t hold still.
My hands gripped her thighs as I drove up into her, hard, taking over control.
She gasped, head thrown back, nails raking down my chest.
“Show me how much you missed me,” she breathed.
So I did.
I flipped her onto her back like I couldn’t wait another fucking second. Her eyes were wide, lips swollen, hair spread across the pillow like something out of a fever dream. Mine.
“Keep looking at me like that,” I rasped, lining myself up again, “and I’m gonna ruin you for any other man.”
“Do it,” she whispered with a dangerous look on her face.
I drove into her deep and hard, my hips slamming into hers, forcing a sharp cry from her throat. Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my back like she needed to feel every inch of me.
“Fuck, Jordan…” she gasped, arching beneath me, her full tits bouncing with every thrust.
