“Relax, Honey. She’s a good thirty minutes out.” Before I can even move, she wraps her hand around me, lifts her hips so that I’ll move off her, and the second she has enough space between our bodies, lines me up. In a move that would make a porn star proud, she pushes off with her feet and buries my cock deep. She doesn’t even give me a chance to move at first. She just continues to work her body against mine.
“If you want to do all the work, all you have to do is say something. I can see my wildcat itching to come out and play.”
She doesn’t speak, just keeps pushing herself off the mattress. Her walls constrict and hug my dick tight when I speak.
“You like working my dick, Dee? You like the way it feels when you take what you need?” She moans and I can feel her growing even wetter. I let the strength in my arms and thighs slacken and press her deep into the bed. “I asked you a question. Do you like working my dick?”
When she realizes that I won’t let her move, she finally looks up at me. Her eyes are so thick with ecstasy that the normal light brown color looks almost black. She blinks a few times before a wicked smile forms across her beautiful flushed face. She runs her hands up my chest and wraps them around my neck before pulling me in close until we’re nose to nose. “I like it almost as much as when you throw my legs over your shoulders and pound my body so hard I’m sure I could feel you in my throat.”
Jesus. Christ. My woman knows just what to say to get what she wants and right now, I can tell that she is begging me to take her hard.
“Is that what you want? You want me to take these long legs and wrap them around my neck like a goddamn bow? Be sure, Wildcat, because right now, I need you like you wouldn’t believe.” I lean back, holding onto her slim hips so that we don’t lose our connection, and take a second to enjoy the view. She’s already palming her tits, caressing and pinching her puckered nipples. Her body is raised slightly from my hold on her hips. She is completely at my mercy right now, and when I thrust forward shallowly, I know she is only seconds away from begging for it. Her legs wrap around me and her heels try to dig into my ass to push me further.
“Answer me.” I give her another shallow thrust, and when her walls clamp down and a surge of wetness coats my dick, I almost forget everything except taking what we both want. “Now.”
Her eyes snap open at my hard command and burn into me. “YES! Fucking take me, Beck. Take me hard.”
She doesn’t even get the whole sentence out before I throw her long legs over my shoulders, rise up on my knees, and pull her body off the mattress with my hands on her hips. Her arms fall from her tits and help support her body. I’ve taken her in this position before, with all of her weight bracing on her upper back and shoulders, but never as hard as I’m planning. “You good?” I ground out, flexing my fingers against the soft skin at her hips.
“If you don’t move soon, I’m going to hurt you.” She pants and squeezes her legs around my head. “Pleas—”
With one swift and powerful thrust, I finally let myself take her. My balls slap against her ass with each slam home, and it doesn’t take long before her screams are echoing through my room. She looks so damn beautiful, legs around my neck, perfect tan body flushed with desire from welcoming each rough pump of my hips, and her eyes showering me with every single ounce of love I’ve ever craved from her.
Complete one hundred percent acceptance of everything I’ve ever dreamed of giving her.
Stopping briefly, I set her body back down on the mattress, lower her legs from my neck, and slowly glide in and out of her wet heat. Her eyes flash when she realizes I’ve changed course, but when I press my thumb against her swollen clit, her eyes roll back in her head. I bring our hips together tightly and continue to strum my thumb against her. Right when I feel her about to fall over the crest, I pull back. Her eyes burn with frustration and I laugh. “Does my wildcat want to play?” God, I hope so, because the way her body feels when I’m balls deep inside her wet heat is almost too good.
“Stop playing games and fuck me!”
I shouldn’t have laughed, because the second I smile and bark out a laugh, she takes advantage. Her legs push in and her hands shove against my chest. Somehow, I manage to grab her hips and keep us connected as we roll. Her hands shoot out to gain purchase. One hand wraps around the headboard, and the other flies out, crashing against the nightstand. She doesn’t even pause when the sounds of glass breaking and wood smashing against the floor mixes with our moans.