“Look at me.”
My head came forward and I focused on him.
“I f**k hard, baby,” he whispered.
“Okay,” I breathed.
“In a second, you’re gonna lose all but my cock. I wanna watch you take me. You keep those legs tight around me as I take that pu**y.”
“Okay.”
“You just gave yourself to me, that includes your pu**y, your clit. It’s mine, Anya, you don’t touch it unless I tell you to. Even if you’re close and want it, you let me give it to you unless I wanna watch you helpin’ me. Clear?”
“Clear,” I agreed immediately.
His hand slid up my back and into my hair, tilting my face down so my lips were resting against his.
Then he whispered, “Prepare, baby.”
I didn’t need to prepare. I was already prepared. Totally.
Then he bent forward, put my back to the bed, moved away from me up to his hands on either side of me, arms straight and he did exactly what he said he was going to do.
As he watched, his eyes hot, hungry, greedy, moving over my face, my torso and dipped down to watch his c**k driving inside me, he gave me nothing but that. My legs stayed wrapped tight around his h*ps as I took him and I clenched my fingers back in the sheets.
He was strong, he had stamina but it wasn’t hard. It was rough, brutal.
Brilliant.
Watching him watching me, watching him f**k me, I liked it. A lot. So much, it overwhelmed me. My legs tensed tight, my fingers pulled at the sheets and I felt the walls of my pu**y clutch tight as it swept through me, God, so deep, so strong, so unbelievably sweet.
It also lasted a while and during it I felt his body cover me and his thrusts, already savage, bucked harder, deeper, jolting me even more under him.
“Fuck, that cunt,” he grunted in my ear. “That sweet, f**kin’ cunt. My cunt, so f**kin’ beautiful.”
Oh God.
“Arms around me, Anya.”
I wrapped my arms around him.
“My baby’s cunt, so f**kin’ sweet,” he growled. “Eyes, Anya, I want you lookin’ at me when I come in that cunt.”
My head turned, his came slightly up and his eyes locked on mine.
“So,” he thrust in hard, “fuckin’,” he thrust in harder, “beautiful,” he groaned, driving deep and staying planted, his head slanting, his teeth sinking into my lower lip and my entire body went into spasm.
I knew he was coming down when his teeth released my lip, his tongue glided over it soothingly and some of his weight left me as he planted a forearm in the bed beside me.
Then I closed my eyes as a tingle slid up my spine, my neck to radiate along my scalp as he slid his nose along mine then down my cheek to flick my ear with it before he murmured there, “Yeah, my baby suits me.”
I felt sheer happiness sweep through me as my arms held him close and tight.
“You did good, baby,” he whispered.
“Yeah?” I whispered back and he lifted his head and looked at me.
“Oh yeah.”