“We need to keep your shoulder still and braced the best we can. You aren’t ready to ride yet, Pop-Tart. And as much as I love the idea of getting to watch those unbelievable tits bouncing while you fuck me, the idea of how uncomfortable that will be for you kills my hard-on. I think what we need to do is flip the script.” I lifted my chin and circled a finger in the air in front of her wide eyes. “Turn around and face away from me.” She lifted a questioning eyebrow but did as I said. I groaned at the vision of her perfectly rounded ass nestled against my groin and couldn’t resist taking a minute to trace the adorable little divots she had at the base of her spine. “Sit on my cock, Echo. Take me all the way in and once I’m as deep as I can go, lean back against my chest so I can hold your upper body still while we tear each other apart.”
She put her working hand on my thigh and crossed the other one protectively over her chest. She looked at me over her shoulder, watching as I stopped breathing, stopped thinking, stopped functioning when she started to take me slowly into her welcoming body. She was molten hot and silky smooth. She was tight and fitted around me like she was custom made to take my cock. She pulsed in time to my heartbeat and whispered my name like it was the only word she remembered how to say.
Our bodies instinctively moved together, straining and aching to get closer. The steady stretch of her body as she made room for me had me lifting one of my hands back up to her breast so I could roll her nipple between my fingers. I growled dirty words in her ear the wetter and looser she got around me. The dual stimulation had the grip and pull of her inner walls lightening and with a sudden shift I was seated all the way inside of her and seeing stars. Even with the barrier of the condom, I could feel every pulse, every throb, and every tremor of her pussy. She felt electric and alive. She felt unforgettable.
Once she had every hard, solid inch of me inside of her, she leaned back like a good girl, her head on my shoulder as I locked one of my arms around where she was holding herself like a vise. Her hair was everywhere and her shoulders were shaking. I kissed the shell of her ear and took her good hand in mine as I started to move underneath her. It took some finesse and some finagling to figure out how I could thrust up into her while keeping her braced against my chest. It was a little bit sloppy and a whole lot of effort, but the way her body clamped down on mine, the way she went liquid and started to mewl her pleasure, meant I found a way to rock up into her over and over again, hitting her sweet spot every time my hips kicked upwards.
I dragged her trapped hand over her chest and across her abraded and swollen nipples. I tugged the compliant digits over her belly and down below her waist. Once I hit wet, I put our combined hands over her slippery center and pressed down on her exposed clit. I could feel the sharp edge of her nails on my cock as I continued to power my way inside of her.
I used my control of her hand to guide her into touching herself. I ordered her to stroke her clit, to circle it and fondle it until she couldn’t take it anymore. She did everything I told her to do, including making sure she rubbed her knuckles along my shaft every time I hammered my way home. She was so ridiculously perfect. So outrageously ideal I couldn’t take much more.
I lifted my free hand that wasn’t holding her prisoner to her neck and carefully wrapped my fingers around her throat. In her ear, I whispered that I wanted to feel the way I made her heart beat. I told her I wanted to catch every moan, every scream, every whisper I ripped out of her body. They were all mine and I was keeping them so I could relive them once it was just me and the mountain once again. I tightened my hold, squeezing as her body quickened around mine with each new declaration.
“I’m so close.” She whimpered the warning and tilted her head to the side so I could catch the corner of her gaze.
I chuckled and used my teeth on her ear as I threw my hips up over and over again. “I will follow you wherever you lead, Echo.” Because of her, I finally knew where I was going.
My grasp on her neck tightened a little more, making her fingers move furiously between her legs. My pulse pounded, my cock stretched and pulsed. Her heart thundered erratically and her breathing went shallow and choppy. I felt pleasure unfurl low in my spine as my balls drew up tight and close to my body. She pressed her shoulders back into my chest like she was trying to force her way inside my skin. A second later, I felt her break. A warm rush of liquid covered my cock and her quivering thighs tensed and shifted where they were braced on the outside of mine.
That flood of pleasure and the fluttering of her body as she moved around me was all it took for me to find my own release. I growled her name into her uncontrollable mane of hair, moved my hand to her jaw so I could lift her face up to mine so that we were cheek to cheek, and unleashed everything I had built up inside into her greedy center. She milked me dry. She took everything I had and then caressed me slow and sweet until I came back down from the stratosphere she had launched me into.
I might have turned over a new leaf the day I found her, but right here, right now, I knew I was a new man because of her. It only took a look and I wanted to be someone different, someone that did, in fact, deserve a second chance and a shot at some kind of redemption.
I kissed her cheek and smoothed a hand over her torso. She didn’t seem like she was in any hurry to move and I was happy with her exactly where she was.
“Everything feel okay? We didn’t jam the shoulder back up, did we?” She’d done a lot of moaning and groaning but none of it sounded like it came from pain.
She was quiet for a long time. So long that I was starting to worry and was going to pull out of her and roll her over so I could demand to know what was wrong when she finally cocked her good arm up around my head and muttered so low that I almost didn’t hear her, “Everything feels more than okay. It feels better than it has since…well, forever. I was savoring the moment.”
This girl.
She was going to end me. Others had tried…but only this broken woman could do it.
My life had been spent making sure people couldn’t wait to get rid of me. I’d made it a point to make sure they didn’t want to be in my company for any longer than they had to and here she was savoring me…savoring our moment.
How was I supposed to let her go when she was the only one that wanted me?
Chapter 9
Echo
All the things in life that were bad for you, that you were supposed to stay away from, and protect yourself from sure felt really good and were a lot more fun than the things that were healthy and good for you.
Drugs.
Junk food.
Endless hours of television.
A day spent doing nothing but having mind-blowing sex with a dangerous man I would never see again.