Hannah's Hero - Ruby Dixon Page 0,81
for dear life. “Oh fuck, you’re so big. That’s so good.”
He pauses over me, his big body straining. “Are you too sensitive? Should I stop—”
“No!” I lift my hips, trying to push him deeper. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
He makes an impatient noise. “We are going to talk later about the confusing things you say.” His voice is tight with strain. “Do I go on or—”
“Just fuck me hard,” I yell into his ear, arching.
“H’nah.” J’shel groans my name, and then surges forward, so hard that my legs feel as if they’re heading toward my ears.
And oh god, it’s so good.
He plows into me with graceless force, all enormous cock and big body and it takes the breath from my lungs and makes my eyes water and I fucking love it. I’ve never had sex with a guy that was so big it’d feel as if I’m stretched tight around him, but I feel like that right now.
He goes still the moment he sinks deep, and then shifts his weight, sinking a little deeper…and his spur slides against my clit.
That makes my body jolt in a way I’ve never jolted before. “Oh god, your spur!”
J’shel freezes. “It is wrong?”
“No,” I manage, my voice feeling as if it’s squeezing tight out of my throat, because squeezing everything is the only way I don’t shatter into a bajillion pieces right now. “It’s so fucking right. Do it again.” And I dig my nails into his shoulders again to show him I’m serious.
With a growl, he drives into me again, and his spur drags against me so fucking perfectly once more that I’m screaming. I can’t stop. I know I’m bellowing into his ear as he rears back and plows into me again, but I don’t care. He doesn’t either, because he thrusts deep, hard and fast and so quick that I can’t match his rhythm. All I can do is hold on while he pumps furiously into me and I love it.
Within moments, I’m coming. The orgasm rushes up deep inside me, fierce and hard and I can’t do a thing to slow it down. Every thrust sends his spur sliding against my clit in a way that makes me see stars, and he drives into me with that big cock so vigorously that I feel him everywhere, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever had. I come, squeezing so hard that my legs feel as if they’re locking around him.
And before I can come down from that orgasm, another one ripples through me. I’m making the most incoherent, rough sounds as we mate, but I don’t care. All I know is that I’m coming hard over and over again, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
God, why did I ever fight my cootie?
Something rustles against my hair, and I realize as J’shel continues to pump into me with hard, determined strokes that we’ve fucked so hard that we’ve crossed the furs and I’m about to smack into one of the vine-covered walls. I put my hands up to brace myself against the rock, and he growls. “Look at your teats,” he says, watching them bounce as he thrusts into me. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, H’nah.”
“Does it make you hard?” I ask, breathless. “Does it make you want to come?”
He growls, his face showing his strain, and I suddenly feel very powerful. I tighten my legs around him and choke for breath through another orgasm, this one a smaller aftershock of the last. I want him to feel as good as I do. I want him to come as hard as I do.
So I tell him all the filthy things I’m imagining. “You like watching my tits bounce while you fuck me?” I say, holding onto the wall for dear life as his efforts redouble. “You like holding onto my big hips while you fuck me so deep and so hard that I can practically feel you in my belly?”
His movements jerk, become more erratic, and he leans in, his hands digging into my hips even as he continues to pound into me. Oh fuck, it’s so good. I’m whimpering, wild with need as he drives into me. I forget all about dirty talk and just breathe his name, holding on for dear life as he surges into me again and again. My pussy clenches tight in yet another orgasm, and that does it for him. He groans, the sound loud and so complete, and