My h*ps bucked and my back arched. Then my h*ps moved with his hand, fast, hard, demanding.
His mouth left my nipple and came to mine.
“Greedy,” he growled, fingers at my nipple and between my legs still working.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“You want more?”
“Yes.”
“Now?”
“Yes, now.”
“What do you want, Tyra?”
My arms moved around his shoulders, my h*ps still moving with his hand. “Your cock, Tack, I want your cock,” I breathed against his lips.
His hands left me instantly then the zipper on my shorts zipped down. Tack tore them off, taking my panties with them.
He got on his knees between my legs and I watched him tug off his tee and toss it aside as I lifted up, my hands moving directly to his jeans. I opened them and tugged them down his hips, my eyes glued through the shadows to the beauty of him.
“Lie back, spread wide for me, baby,” he ordered, my head tipped back and my mouth went dry with want.
Then I did as I was told, lying back and spreading my legs wide and at first, Tack didn’t move. He just kneeled between my legs and I felt his eyes on me. Then he leaned in, put a hand in the bed beside me, arm straight. He lifted the other hand and trailed his fingers from my throat, down my chest, between my br**sts, down my ribs, belly, down, sliding between my legs.
“Tack,” I whispered, my voice urgent, my h*ps lifting to deepen his touch.
His finger slid inside and a moan slid out of my throat.
“Greedy cunt,” he muttered and his thumb hit me right where I needed it, my body jolted and my neck arched. “My girl’s got a greedy cunt.”
I didn’t respond. His thumb was moving. It felt good, unbelievably good, fantastic. So good, I was close to cl**ax.
“Look at me, Red.”
I dipped my chin, tried to focus on him as his thumb went away but the tip of his c**k slid inside.
“Yes,” I breathed, grinding down and taking him inside.
The minute I did, his body covered mine and he started moving, fast, hard, rough and deep.
“Yes, baby,” I breathed in his ear, “fuck me.”
My h*ps moved with his thrusts, my knees lifting, thighs tucking tight to his sides, my hands slid down his back so my fingers could dig into his hard ass.
God, he felt good. So good. And he was good at it. Great. Unbelievable. No one better. No one.
I felt his teeth nip the skin of my neck and it arched as that and his driving c**k took me, already primed, crashing over the edge.
One of my hands released his ass and lifted, grasping his hair as I cried out. I lifted my hips, wrapping my legs around his back. I held on as he rode me through my orgasm, harder, harder, my body jolting, my limbs tightening, the beautiful pressure released only to build again instantly.
“You’re done and your pu**y wants more,” he growled in my ear, his hands spanning my hips, yanking me up to meet his deepening thrusts.
“Yes…,” I gasped through his grunts as I started coming again, the beauty of it rolling over me, “Yes.”
My neck arched and my heels dug in his back as I lifted my h*ps further and he drove harder.