sings with the intense viciousness of our joining. “There it is,” he says with satisfaction, before leaning down and capturing my lips for a heated kiss that leaves my lungs aching for breath.
“Faster. Harder.” My voice is a command against his mouth, but instead of complying, Jericho slows his strokes, pulling nearly all the way out each time before pushing back in, not nearly as hard as before.
“Jericho,” I snap.
His hands grip my hips as he tilts me up some more, making each thrust hit my G-spot...but he doesn’t go faster. Or harder. He just continues to drive into me with a lazy, soft pace. I go slipping back down from the mountain I was nearly to the top of, further away from the peak, leaving me needy and frustrated.
“Jericho,” I say again, louder.
He just looks down at me with a lazy grin, delight dancing in his possessive eyes. “Something wrong, skunky?”
“Fuck me or I’ll fuck you.”
His black brows lift up. “Oh, threats too? Now you’re really trying to charm me, my little Fighter Jet.”
With a glare, I hook my calf around his leg, shift my hips, and then—in a maneuver I perfected years ago—manage to flip us both over so that it’s me on top and in control.
With an arched brow lifted by pure arrogance, I look down at him, and then I start fucking him. Just like I promised I would.
Using the strength of my thighs, I lift up and slam back down on top of him as hard as I want it.
“Fucking Christ,” he says, teeth gritted and head ramming back against the ground. “Yeah, just like that. Fuck me. Just. Like. That.”
He thinks this is good, but I’m determined to blow his mind. So I brace my palms on his chest, letting my fingers press against each other so they pinch both of his nipples, eliciting a growl from his throat. And then I start really moving.
With all the grace and control that my dance training has taught me, my spine moves like a wave, curling and bowing in perfect rhythm as my hips rock forward and backward.
His hands come up, squeezing my breasts, kneading them until that doesn’t seem to be enough. He sits up so we’re chest to chest, his eyes boring into mine.
“You know what you feel like?” he asks as his hands come down to my waist. He juts his hips up as he holds me down, fucking me from beneath so deliciously hard that a scream tears out of my throat.
He doesn’t wait for me to answer or even to finish the scream that chokes off into a moan as he continues shoving up inside me while I keep rocking in over him. “You feel like this is where I’m always supposed to be. Right here, with you. Fucking you so hard that all you know is my cock.”
“Yes!” I cry out as I finally tumble over the peak of the mountain and fall into oblivion.
He leans forward and keeps fucking up into me as my body goes pliant, the orgasm tearing through my world and ripping the ground out from under me.
“Fuck yes. Milk my cock, Jet. Take it. Take it!”
I do. My pussy clamps down on him so hard he can’t pull out, like my body is greedily sucking him in, keeping him right where I want him. He shudders with a groan, his whole body going stiff as his dick pulses out rope after rope of cum to coat my insides, bathing me in the evidence of his pleasure.
It takes a long minute of breathing to come back down to earth. Because me? I’m shattered. Irrevocably spent. I’ve performed for twelve hours straight before, only to have to fight four other troupe members until dawn. But this? This leaves me completely expended, like all of the pleasure, all of the build-up, finally burst out into this one perfect moment of ferocious fruition, and I’m perfectly content to never move again.
Jericho’s hands stroke over my back as he continues to hold me on his lap, his cock still buried deep inside me. Every so often, I feel him pulse in me, like he’s still riding the aftershocks as much as I am.
“We should go,” he finally says, his lips pressing against my head where I’m resting against his shoulder.
“Why?” I ask. I just want to curl up and take a nap. My skunk does too.
“Because,” he says with a smile. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet, and my