arse over here and ride me before I lose my mind.”
“Hang on.” She fetches a condom and tears the foil open while she approaches me. Without the slightest bit of hesitation, she takes hold of my erection and works it with her hand. I love her confidence. I love how she truly believes she’s the aggressor here.
“I fingered myself in the shower while thinking about you.”
“Did you now?”
“I was on all fours. You had my legs spread wide like I was halfway to a split. We fucked like two animals.”
My cock jerks in her hand. Christ, this woman was made for me.
“It’s something we can work toward.”
I laugh. Almost wishing she videotaped this exchange so she could watch it back after I fuck her six ways to Sunday.
“It’s all I can think about. Riding that monster.”
“Come on then. All yours.”
She rolls the condom down my length. Straddles my lap. Nudges my tip against her entrance.
This woman is going to be the death of me.
Breasts swaying, she feeds me into her and begins to ever so slowly sink onto my thick length. I could watch her do this all night.
I could watch her do this every night.
Christ’s hell.
She groans as my cock divides her in two. So hot. So tight. So good. I let her think she’s leading this charge toward pleasure. Hours from now, she’ll realize how wrong she was.
Without warning, she drops down until I’m fully seated.
We hiss.
I lean in and kiss her. Her chest pressed against mine. Our tongues mating like two people meant for each other. She moans in my mouth. I fondle her breasts and squeeze her nipples.
She rides me hard. Using her hands on my shoulders to drive herself down and her thigh muscles to drag back up.
I’ve died and gone to heaven. Or is it my own personal hell that’s calling to me? Whatever it is, I plan on enjoying the journey there.
“Deeper. Harder.”
I shift my hands to her bottom and take over. Hoisting her up ever so slowly until my tip drags against her folds before letting her drop. “Yes,” she groans. “Give me that big cock of yours.”
I swear my cock swells inside her because of her naughty words.
Her skin flushes pink, her eyes dilate to a rich, deep hue. But I know exactly how to take her over the edge. On the next drop, I stand and hold her in place while I move a few feet across the room. Then I lift her off me, flip and position her on all fours, and with her tight ass in the air, drive into her from behind.
She screams.
I do it again, thrusting forward so hard her body slides forward. Again. And again.
Her squeals and moans tell me she loves it. Her quivering body beneath me tells me she’s close. But I’m far from done.
On the next slam forward, I use my weight to pin her flush to the floor. Flexing my hips, I pound into her, driving her down into the carpet with each thrust.
She slams her palm into the floor. “Yes. More. Yes. More.”
“Sh. I won’t be finishing until you take every blessed inch of me.”
Her body shudders beneath me, proof she’s loving the idea as much as I am.
I roll my hips, feeling her walls tighten around me, pulling me deeper. Milking me. Did shagging ever feel this good? Because I don’t think so. She’s sexy as all feck, her tight channel warm around me, head turned with her cheek pressed into the carpet. Pure bliss in every sound she makes. Her filthy talk from earlier plays around in me imagination like porn on replay. Jaysus, I love the fire in her. What I’d give to see her face as I take her over the edge.
My balls clench tightly.
I should leave well enough be. Less personal this way. Less intimate. Don’t be an eejit.
“Deeper, Finn. I’m almost there.”
“Hold up,” I hear myself saying. I withdraw, ignoring her protests, then flip her onto her back, climb over her body, and push back inside, slipping my hand between us to caress her clit.
My pace is slow, my focus on her every sigh, every moan, every quiver. Watching her like this stirs up something foreign within me. I feel everything in a rush of emotion. How I’d like to keep her this way for days, pinned beneath me and gasping my name. How beautiful she is. How she fits my body, tailor-made. How she fits me.
Her hips arch. Close. She’s close.
“I want all