This is what I wanted and needed. This man and his firm grip of ownership on my body. Maybe in the eyes of Agent MacDonald our relationship wasn’t healthy, but I didn’t care. Nothing had ever felt more right.
He walked me backward to the bed, pushing me down and standing over me. I grabbed the waistband of his underwear and pulled them out and down, reaching for his thick shaft with greedy urgency. He moaned as my fingers curled around him. His own hand dipped down and cursed with lust when his fingers found my wetness. I pushed my hips toward his hand, and he shoved me back on the bed, covering my body with his, kissing me hard.
His lips were firm and his tongue was soft as it flicked mine, then rubbed it in a smooth, methodical way that sent a zap down through my belly. God, I wanted that tongue all over me. But mostly I needed to feel that perfect cock inside me. I reached down and took him in my hand again, loving how his whole body tightened and he hissed in response.
He reached for both my hands, grasping my wrists and thrusting them over my head. “Not yet,” he said, moving his mouth down the dip of my throat to my chest. “You’re gunna make me come too fast, like a lad.”
I arched my back, loving the light scrape of his five o’clock shadow on my sensitive skin, and when his warm mouth covered my breast I cried out in ecstasy. His tongue circled and flicked, his teeth gently biting as he sucked and pulled, causing just enough mild pain to make me groan wildly. His mouth ventured to the other side and I was panting. My hands tried to tug from his grip, needing to touch him, but he pulled them higher and tighter, pressing my wrists into the mattress.
He leaned on his elbow and reached down to hike my knee, putting his thickness right where I needed him. Then he lifted himself just enough to hover over me, staring deep into my eyes. My breaths were ragged as his hips circled, his head at my entrance. I expected a plunge, but he pushed himself slowly into me, forcing me to feel each inch of his hardness as it filled me, stretching me to a glorious fullness until his pelvis was against mine and we were both fighting for breaths.
“Yes,” I whispered. I was so primed for this. Any amount of friction would put me over the edge.
I waited for him to begin fucking me with fast abandon, but he was full of surprises. He pushed his hips harder, pressing me into the bed and forcing me to feel him deeper. I moaned loudly. He never pulled out an inch, only began rocking his hips in hard motions, pressing my clit against his pelvis with jarring firmness.
“Yes, oh God, Mr. Douglas, I’m gonna come.”
“Aye, come for me. I want to hear you call me Colin.”
His hips rocked into me again, harder, detonating an explosion in my clitoris that shot outward, making my whole body convulse. I pressed my hips up, rubbing against him and screamed.
“Colin! Yeah…oh, God, yes…”
As my crotch continued to constrict and pulse around him, he brought his mouth down on mine, tasting the last of my moans.
I sucked in a shuddering breath as he released my wrists and pulled out of me. He took me by the hips and flipped me to my stomach, positioning me on my hands and knees before him. He gripped both of my ass cheeks in a tight squeeze and buried his face between my legs. My clit was still so sensitive that I nearly flew out of my skin. He steadied me, ignoring my whimpers as he suckled and rubbed until my nerve-endings were worked into another frenzy. Just as I thought I might come again, he sat up.
In a swift plunge he was inside of me, and the pounding I’d been waiting for began. I didn’t try to be quiet. I vocalized with each thrust—each smack of his hips against my ass—each swing of his tight balls against me. I turned my head and watched as this beautiful man pulled back my hips with each forward movement of his own. His eyes met mine and I wanted to melt at the intensity in them.
“Is this what you want?” he ground out. “You want more?”
“Yes. I want it.” I used my knees and palms to rock myself back into him, meeting his rhythm, slamming our bodies together as hard as possible. I felt one of his hands release my hip, and seconds later a wet thumbtip was at the entrance of my ass, gently pressing in. I groaned as he pressed it all the way in and began to fuck me with smooth swipes in and out, his thumb matching the strokes.
So good.
His free hand reached around and slipped up and down my still-wet slit.
“Yes, Colin,” I breathed. I loved saying his name.
Pushing with all his hard weight, he pressed my body flat against the bed and brought my arms up, holding them in place tightly above me as my cheek hit the sheets. I lifted my ass as high as it would go, to take him as deep as I could, and we rocked back and forth together. Usually I was not able to come from behind, but I was so worked up, and the tightness of the position was enough to arouse an orgasm when I squeezed my thighs together.
Colin lightly bit my shoulder, his pace and breaths quickening.
“Give it to me, Colin.”