Cruz (Dark and Dirty Sinners' MC #5) - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,153

scrambled higher, moving so that I could straddle him.

When the molten heat of my pussy collided with his equally as wet dick, I groaned again, and his hand slipped down, letting go of my hair as he cupped my throat.

I let him take the weight, let him support me, as his spare hand drifted down, cupping my breast along the way, pinching the tip, hard enough to make me squeal, before he descended further.

As his hand tunneled beneath my skirt, I tensed in preparation for the moment he would connect with me.

When he did, it didn't disappoint.

His hand tightened around me so that air couldn't flow in as easily as it should, but I didn't mind. As I gasped, ecstasy began to ricochet around inside me as he rubbed my clit. Hard. Fast. Enough to have the nerve-endings behind my eyes sparking with lights as he sent me soaring to the stars.

Just by touching my goddamn clit.

I almost melted on top of him, would have done if he didn't keep me upright with his hand on my throat, and when he grabbed his dick, and pushed it inside me, tears pricked behind my closed eyelids.

It felt so good. This was how sex should be. A smorgasbord of experiences, pleasure and pain mingling together until knowing where one ended and the other began was impossible to discern.

As his hardness plowed into me, I let my hands settle on his pecs, the tips digging into the muscles once more as I waited for his command.

The urge to ride him was powerful, overwhelming, but I knew how this worked.

He decided. Not me.

And though that gave him power over me, it was power I willingly relinquished.

I didn't want to make the decision.

My body might, but my mind didn't.

So when he drawled, "Slowly," the moan that escaped me was my response.

In tiny increments, I began to ride him. The only way I could move so slowly was to clench down on him, but as I did, it intensified the movement. Making each tiny thrust ten times more powerful.

I would have sagged against him, a molten vat of goo, only his hand tightened again, just as he moved his fingers further down, to the tightly packed slit that was already full of him.

I moaned as he prodded the tight ring of my pussy, trying to shake my head in denial at what he was about to do, but he ignored me. Carried on as he willed, not stopping until the tip breached me.

It was nothing in the grand scheme of things, but fuck, it had me speeding up slightly. Ever so slightly. But his reaction was to pull out, flip my skirt up, and just before it fell down, he slapped me on the peach of my ass.

"I'll tell you when to go faster," he growled under his breath, before his hand moved around the flesh of my butt, and found its way between it. When the tip of his finger parted my asshole, I shivered, and as he pushed in, using my own arousal against me to lubricate his path, the gentle fullness was intoxicating.

"Faster. Now!"

Relieved, excited, exhilarated, I obeyed. Riding him harder, faster, slamming down against him so that my cheeks clapped as they collided with his thighs. As he pushed down against that thin sliver of flesh that separated his finger and his dick, I squealed, well aware that a second orgasm was within reach.

Like he knew, as if he knew my body better than I did, he whispered, "Not yet. Not yet." But it was between clenched teeth, and I knew the pleasure was as excruciating for him as it was for me.

The thought set me off faster than a million fireworks. It hurled me toward the precipice because knowing that he got off on this, something that for us was pretty vanilla, just as much as me, was a sweet torment.

"Now!"

And just like that, I came.

Clenching around him so hard that I saw stars, that I knew I'd ache in the morning.

His hand moved from around my throat, denying me the grip that I needed, but he grabbed my ass, grinding me into him with a force that had me shrieking with delight.

It felt like it was never-ending, felt as if I was melting into him, merging into him until our cells were going to unite.

What we’d experienced together in the past was beautiful, but it was nothing to tonight.

Nothing could compare, not now that the secrets were bared, the truth