Page 40 of Antonio Miles

She reached for my belt, fingers clumsy with need, and I stood to finish what she started. I shoved my pants and boxers down in one motion, kicking them aside along with my shoes and socks. Her gaze dropped to take me in like she needed to memorize every inch. I let her look as I gripped the base of my dick. Let her have whatever ground she needed to reclaim herself and tonight.

“Come fuck me, Tonio.” Her voice was a breathy, needy whisper. She was better, but she needed more and I thought this could be the breakthrough we both needed emotionally.

“Do you want a condom?” I raised an eyebrow, wanting her to make the choice.

She narrowed her gaze at me. “You said before there would never be anything between us. Have you changed your mind?”

“Not for one Goddamned second.”

“Then don’t ask me stupid questions,” she said, reaching for me again, and I let her pull me back down on top of her.

I settled between her thighs, braced on one forearm, and positioned myself against her pussy entrance. She was slick and swollen from my mouth, and when I pushed the head of my cock inside her, Tessa sighed like she was the most contented woman alive.

“Look at me,” I said.

She did, her copper gaze locking onto mine. I pushed inside her in a slow, wet glide, my cock thick and pulsing against her tight pussy walls. Tessa’s breath caught, her entire body tensing, hungry for the fucking I intended to give her. I watched her carefully just to make sure she didn’t shy away from what she’d just begged for. She didn’t. She fucking thrived on it.

Her nails dug into my arms, sharp enough to sting, and that just made me harder. I bottomed out, balls flattening against her ass, my groan mixing with her broken little whimper. Pure fucking heaven, right there.

“Jesus, Tonio,” she gasped, bringing her legs up to lock around my hips and pull me deeper. “Fuck!”

I braced over her on my forearm, my other hand gripping her thigh so tight I’d probably leave marks. Good. She’d need the reminder in the morning. I started to move, a slow grind meant to make her feel every inch of me.

“You feel that?” I rolled my hips, grinding hard at the end. “That’s you taking every fucking inch like a good girl.”

She arched up, chasing her orgasm. Her tits rubbed against my chest. Her whole body trembled beneath me and all I could do was hang on while she fucked me like a boss. With me on top of her. And I let her. I wanted every drop of that wild, angry energy out of her system and all over my cock. I put my hands on her hips and gave it to her the way she wanted it. Hard, deep, steady. I didn’t stop. I didn’t let up, not for a single Goddamned second.

I set a brutal rhythm and she took everything I gave her, never looking away from my eyes. I fucked her until my arms shook and sweat ran down my face. She wrapped her legs around me and held on, using her own leverage to fuck herself on my cock, greedy for me.

She was close, but fought it, either not wanting to come yet or defying me to see what I’d do. I honestly didn’t know nor did I care, because I’d reached the point where there was very little I could do to keep from coming, and there was no fucking way I was coming before she did. I lay flat on top of her, pinning her wrists again while I rode her.

She glared up at me, breath ragged. “Do it, you fucking coward,” she spat. “Come in my pussy! Come right fucking now!”

“Fucking bitch,” I bit out as I let go, coming inside her with a deep hard thrust. Tessa screamed like her whole world detonated. Her pussy squeezed my dick so hard I saw stars. Her whole body seized, nails biting deep into my shoulders. The sound drove me straight over the edge.

When she stilled, I collapsed on top of her, both of us panting and spent. She wrapped her arms around my neck and laughed softly.

“Fuck,” she said, dragging her hand down her face and urging me in for a soft, lingering kiss. “Fuck, I needed that.”

I grinned, kissing her again just because I could. “You’re not the only one.” I rolled us so we lay on our sides and that’s as much space as I could allow her at the moment.

She reached for my hand, interlacing our fingers. Then she pushed me to my back before climbing on top of me, straddling my hips. Her hair hung in her face, wild and tangled. She looked down at me, dark eyes searching.

“You done treating me like glass?” she said.

I slid my hands up her thighs, stopping at her hips. “Only if you stop lying to me.”

She snorted. “No promises.”

I smirked, running my hands up to her waist, feeling every bruise and scratch. “You’re a piece of work, Tessa.”

“Ditto.”

She leaned down, forehead pressed to mine. The anger was gone. All that was left was the exhaustion, the afterglow, and the certainty that neither of us would ever be the same. To be honest, I didn’t want to go back to the person I was before Tessa came into my life.

With the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen, Tessa sighed and draped herself over my body, her sex dripping my cum onto my lower belly where she lay. My cock gave an interested jump, but I wasn’t sure I could rebound that fast. And the emotional release had been as much for me as it was for her.

After that, we stayed tangled up on the bed for a long time. I could tell she was awake by the way her fingers traced slow, idle lines over my ribs. She found the thin white scar at the base of my sternum and followed it up to where it vanished into muscle.