“Fuck,” I grit at her slurping my balls into her mouth. “Youaretrouble.”
I lift a pillow to grab one of the condoms I keep underneath and release a shaky breath at her sucking my dick with so much vigor I might pass out. The force of her jaw tightens. I try to pull away, but her claws trap me in place.
“Trouble, fuck!” I huff. She’ll give herself a headache before the end of the night.
I rip the condom open with my teeth and fight to pry her mouth open and pull away.
Andrea is an idiot for letting her go.
“You think you’re in control?” I roll the condom over my sensitive shaft. Pleasure jolts up my spine at her hands caressing my balls.
The first thrust buries me deep inside her walls.
Bianca screams in a mix of shock and ecstasy. I lift her by the back of her neck to kiss her lips. “You don’t run shit here, Trouble.”Thrust. “Look at yourself on the ceiling and take every inch.”
I pin her to the bed, grip her waist, and grind harder. Her greedy pussy sucks me in a vise-like grip that almost snatches my soul with my nut. She feels so fucking good but has a lesson to learn. I lift her waist to change angles for deeper strokes. She’s drowning my sheets. Her chest heaves as her breasts bounce. Sweat presses into her skin. I lick her, savoring the taste. I pull out to tease her with the tip.
“Don’t fucking test me,” I say, the threat clawing its way through an orgasm. My nuts draw at the slap of our skin. My pace slows before I pull out again.
Bianca whimpers at the loss. I dip myself inside her slick walls and pull out. “Do you understand me?” I growl, thrusting just enough not to fully enter her.
“Yes!” she cries, eyes closed and tone ready for war.
“Yes, what?” I dip into her again and pull out.
“Yes, Sir—or whatever your fucking name is!” Hazel catches in her eyes like flames she hurls at me.
Alfonso is the only person who uses that sir shit. I hate it, but from Bianca? I might come twice.
I flip her over and pull her up to her knees by her hair. “Was that so hard, love?” I kiss the side of her mouth and ease back into her. She moans. “Look at me.”
Bianca obeys, her eyes wide and sweat slicking her brow. “Oh shit. I feel you in my ribs,” she moans into my mouth, voice torn, pussy soaking our joined skin.
I don’t let up when her body wilts to the bed. The sheets move like waves underneath her palms pressed into the silk fabric, digging for a lifeline that won’t save her.
“Please, Sir,” she pleads, jaw slack.
The heat of her body courses through my chest, where it buries itself. My grip on her hips burns my fingers, melting under her touch.
This ass will be my undoing. Her pussy already bends to my curve, but how she’s spread on my bed, face pressed into the mattress to muffle her screams, is pleasure wrapped with torment. The breaths she surrenders in long, staggered moans stoke my possession.
“It’s too much!” she whines.
Her ass says otherwise, the way her back arches to meet my thrust for thrust. My grip moves from her hips to the bottom of her ass.
“Don’t hold back, Trouble. Wet my dick.” My balls tighten under the bounce of her pussy.
“Ooh, fuck. This feels so—“ Her mouth snags on another moan. “Sir.”
“Say my name,” I grunt through clenched teeth. “This pussy stretches so well for me.”
Her ass winds in a circle, the soft, plump cheeks swallowing my dick with ease. I grind harder until my chest is over her back.
“Fuck, yes!” Bianca cries. Her screams tear with each thrust, but “Sir” remains on her tongue.
I hold the back of her neck and pummel deeper. My strokes turn erratic, matching the quick breaths scraping my throat to fill my lungs.
“Fuck, Bianca!”
