Murder_ A Sinful Secrets Romance - Ella James Page 0,86

beautiful,” I breathe.

I rock forward on my knees, gritting my teeth as I ease another inch or two inside her. Gwenna groans and starts to pant.

“Oh God…you’re big.”

“You’re tight.” I reach over her slim back and grab a strand of auburn hair. With the end wound around my fingers, I squeeze her waist and take a few slow breaths.

“You okay?” I rasp.

“Oh shit…Barrett…”

“You…feel…so good.” I shut my eyes so I can’t see her perfect ass, and grit my teeth as I guide more of my dick into her almost painful tightness. I feel Gwenna’s legs shaking.

“’S okay,” she murmurs. She rocks her hips back against me, groaning as she takes another inch. Jesus Christ, she feels like a fucking virgin. When sweat is dripping down my throat and my cock is throbbing so hard I’m worried I’ll come here and now, I slide my hand from her waist down to her hip, squeeze gently, and push myself in, balls deep.

She moans loudly, then starts panting. I grit my teeth to keep from shouting at how fucking good it feels—to look down on her back and ass and know that I’m inside her. She’s so perfect. “You’re so hot…and tight.” My voice cracks.

I feel Gwenna clench around me and I grip her hip, pushing further still, till I can feel her dripping on my balls and my cock is enslaved by her plump pussy.

“God…” I draw myself out slowly, inch by inch. She whimpers, and I want to slap her ass for being so damn hot, so fucking tempting. Instead I slam back in, and Gwenna shouts, and once I start, I can’t stop fucking her—the way I need it: rough.

With every thrust, I sink balls-deep, and Gwenna moans and shakes and falls down to her elbows on the couch.

“Barrett!”

I grasp her hips and fuck her harder than I’ve ever fucked before, angling myself so I can rub her G-spot with every thrust. When she starts to slide out of my grasp, up toward the couch’s arm, I lock an arm around her hips and press her back against me while I’m buried in her.

“Fuck!” I pant.

I feel her shaking, hear her gasping.

“Oh God!”

I brace my right knee and thigh against the couch and balance with my right hand on her hip, and then I reach around her narrow waist and find her wet slit with my index finger. I stroke between her lips. It makes me throb, finding she’s dripping everywhere.

“Who’s full of my cock?” My voice trembles.

“I- I am.”

“That’s right.” I pump in and out a few times, then I stop again and stroke her little swollen clit.

“You’ve been wanting it, haven’t you?”

“Yes!”

“You think I didn’t see you watching me? I watched you too,” I grunt, and push inside her, holding while I stroke her dripping pussy. “I saw you wanting this. I tried—” I drag out back— “tried to let you be. But you wouldn’t let me, would you?”

“No,” she rasps.

I punch back in, and she lets out a low sound like a sob.

“You needed me inside you. You’re so tight, I can barely fit, but you like that, don’t you?”

She pants and bears down on my dick so I can bury myself deeper—and I’m not surprised: the way she grips me when I pull it out and how she shoves her tight cunt back against me as I slam inside.

I hear myself, from somewhere far off, moaning, “Babe…ahh, Gwen—” until I feel the tension tightening my balls and thickening my cock.

“I’m gonna come…” I reach around and stroke her clit once more as she rocks back toward me. I slam in…draw out…slam in…and as she starts to quiver around me, she rasps, “On the pill.”

My cock thumps deep inside her as her pussy clenches, her muscles squeezing, milking, as my balls throb and I fill her up, and then I hold there deep inside her body: warm and spent; my hot balls pressed against her taint and throbbing with their own heartbeat. I find my body feeling light and empty. I can’t think at all, can only feel and smell and stroke her ribs as chills race over her smooth skin.

“Holy fuck…you feel so fucking good.” A shudder rips through me. I let my head hang over her for just a second as I try to get my breath.

Then I pull out slowly; cum spills as I leave her empty…dripping…such a perfect fucking sight.

I’m still half hard. Just looking at her, freshly fucked, makes my shaft twitch.

“Gwen?”

She