As he rolled on a condom, he tossed a nod toward the one-way mirror. “A new couple.”
The woman was riding the guy pretty good, but Brit didn’t care. Only Rebel held her attention.
Planking over her, he grabbed his cock. “Spread your legs, prisoner.”
“No.”
He nudged her legs apart. “I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to like it.”
“You don’t deserve my pussy.” Brit’s insides were burning. She arched her back, his gaze jumped to her tits.
“Prisoner, do you want a new room, with a window? Do you want to spend an afternoon outside by the pond?”
“Yes,” she rasped.
“Then, spread your legs and tell me what you want me to do to you.”
She complied. “I want you to fuck me for you. Hard, and fast, and deep.”
“Hell, yeah.” With his shaft in hand, he positioned himself at her opening. Then, he tunneled inside.
She cried out through the onslaught of pleasure while her eyes fluttered closed.
“Look at me while I fuck you.” His abrupt tone—and his penetrating eyes—made her squirm beneath him.
She raised her arms over her head and he trapped her wrists with one hand.
He stilled at her end, then he withdrew.
“Are you ready for some good fucking, prisoner?”
“You shouldn’t be doing this to me.” She started moving, the euphoria traveling at Mach speed through her.
He thrust and withdrew, again and again.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes,” she bit out. “Harder.”
He fucked her like she’d demanded. Hard and deep, and so damn good.
She couldn’t stop writhing beneath him, couldn’t slow down. Their frenetic pace had her flying toward another orgasm.
“I’m gonna come,” she gasped. “I want you to come with me.”
“I will.”
He released her wrists, wrapped his arm around her. Their gazes stayed locked, their bodies moving in sync. Hard, fast thrusting that stole her breath, the rush of pleasure starting deep inside. Her garbled words came out in a breathy whoosh. She lost control, bucking and groaning through the onslaught of ecstasy. Faster and faster, until she cried out through the release.
So. Much. Pleasure. Everywhere.
As she peered into his eyes, pure rapture fired through her in every direction.
When he released inside her, he tightened his hold, his gaze never leaving hers.
In that moment, he owned her. Body, mind, and soul.
Still rooted inside her, he kissed her, letting his tongue tangle with hers. When the kiss ended, she ran her fingers across his striated shoulders, down his muscular back.
