what he looked like when he was on the brink. It drove me wild. I felt myself getting close, and other than the hand fisting my hair, he wasn’t even touching me.
Pulling a deep breath in through my nose, I relaxed my throat and took him deep. As much as I wanted to, I’d never be able to take his full length, but I was determined to get as much of him in my mouth as I could. The head of his cock bumped the back of my throat, and I swallowed on instinct, wrenching another animalistic sound from him.
“Jesus, fuck!” he clipped, the fist in my hair tightening reflexively. “Goddamn, my wild woman.”
I started sucking faster, bringing my fist up to meet my lips on each downward glide. I was drunk on his taste, on the sounds he was making, on the fact that it was me bringing this man to the edge of sanity. I felt myself getting closer to my release as I brought him toward his own.
“Christ, Hayden, baby. I’m about to blow.” His words were a warning to let me know I needed to move, but I wanted all of it. I was determined to watch him from my place, curled up between his bent legs.
I hollowed my cheeks, prepared to take him all the way past the finish line when I was suddenly pulled off his cock and flying through the air. I landed on the mattress with an ooph.
“I wasn’t finished,” I snapped as he came to hover over me.
“You were finished,” he panted, sitting back on his haunches and pulling me up so my ass was resting on his strong thighs. In this position, I was completely open and exposed to him.
“No I wasn’t. I wanted to watch you—oh shit!” My protest ended on a cry when he buried himself to the hilt.
He looked down at me with a self-satisfied smirk. “Yeah, baby, that’s what I thought.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I gritted, stretching my arms over my head to wrap my fingers around the headboard.
He let out a grunted curse and drove into me again and again. His muscles strained and beads of sweat formed along his hairline as he fucked me at a pace that was almost a punishment. And God I loved it. “Why the hell does the fact you’re arguing while I’m fuckin’ you turn me on so much?”
I smiled and stretched my limbs like a cat so he could see everything while I circled my hips to match each of his thrusts. “Because you know I’ll burn for you,” I answered in a low, husky voice.
He gripped my hips so hard I thought he might leave behind bruises, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be able to see his mark on me long after we finished. Just the thought of that made my pussy ripple greedily.
“Fuck yeah,” he gritted between clenched teeth. “You gonna burn for me now, baby?”
My head fell deeper into the pillows and my eyes slammed shut as the pressure built in my core to an almost frightening level. “Micah,” I whimpered, feeling goosebumps pebble across my skin.
“That’s it. Almost there, my wild woman.” His hands moved, one going up to pull at my straining nipples while the other traveled south to my clit. “Give it to me, Hayden. Let me hear you scream while you flood my cock.”
And I did just that. Without having to worry about anyone hearing us, I let my orgasm overtake me until my throat burned from screaming his name. He kept at me until there was absolutely nothing left, my bones were liquid, and my vision spotty. Only then did he give me his weight, pumping into me so hard the headboard slammed into the wall over and over.
“Fuck, Hayden,” he ground out. “So good. Every goddamn time.” I wasn’t sure how it was even possible, but I felt another one building inside me as his length swelled.
My eyes went wide. “Oh God, Micah.”
“With me, baby. Come with me, now—Uhn!” He slammed deep and planted himself there on a wild groan. The first spurt of his release set me off, and I came again on a long, low moan. We rode it out together, clutching each other tight as we came together.
Just as he’d done the last time, he kept us physically connected once we were finished, shifting us in my bed so we were lying face to face on our sides.
I lay there with my eyes