Polly gasped, twisting on the bed. “Austin—”
“Shh.” He reached beneath her body, took her delectable ass in two firm hands. “This good boy is going to bang you until pleasure drips down these cheeks. Unless it pleases you to take a break and use the belt on me again.” He lifted Polly’s hips and jerked her up and down his erection, biting his lip to contain a growl at the way her tits bounced. “Which do you prefer?”
Her gorgeous eyes were wild with heat, fogged over yet remaining sharp in true Polly fashion. “Again. Please do that again.”
Without a single hesitation, he tightened his hold on her sweet backside, slid her up his slick length and brought her back down hard, thrusting up into her simultaneously. Sweet fucking hell, she was slippery and responsive, little aftershocks from her earlier orgasm pulsating around him. “Tell me which part of my cock is hitting your G-spot.” He moved faster. Faster, faster, faster. “I want to know how to move my middle finger the first time I finger-bang you beneath one of those short skirts.”
“All of it is touching…” Her heels locked together behind him, her sex-goddess body pumping in rhythm with his drives, tight little bottom flexing in his hands. “I don’t know. All of it. All…”
“Come on. Feel harder.” Goddamn, he loved that he’d robbed her of speech. That’s right, sweet. That’s what Austin does. “Show me with your hand where I’m rubbing you so good.”
With a throaty moan, she slapped a shaking hand down, four inches below her belly button, pushing down with the heel. “Here. Here.”
A curse tripped past his lips when he felt the corresponding push against the head of his erection. “Keep your hand there,” he ordered, adjusting his angle slightly to exploit the spot he’d discovered with her help. “Push your tits toward the ceiling and feel me hit it. Ahhh…there we are. Gorgeous fucking girl.”
An invisible claw dug into the base of Austin’s spine, telling him holding out wouldn’t be an option much longer. He’d never reached a climax so fast, with such force. Spending himself in a woman was always a necessary function, one that had increasingly been accompanied by guilt. Not with Polly. No, everything was out in the open. All his faults. All his transgressions. He was fucking her as himself, no one else. Just a little more…need more. Austin released one cheek of Polly’s backside and circled the base of his cock, using his thumb and index finger. Pausing in his drives, he gritted his teeth and squeezed, allowing the building orgasm to subside.
“Austin, I’m so close…oh my God…”
“Jesus, I’m close, too. I’m never close. I never even want it.” He bent forward and licked a path from her belly to the soft skin between her tits, giving a few hesitant bucks of his hips, cursing when his balls drew up tight again. Too tight. Fuck. He found her exposed clit, worrying the bud with his thumb. Refusing to neglect the spot he’d found inside her, he used his remaining grip on her ass to work her down onto his dick, a savage smile spreading across his face when she moaned loud enough to be heard in the hallway. “Tell me there will be a next time, Polly.”
Austin heard the vulnerable note in his voice and swallowed hard. This was about addicting Polly, giving her everything she needed. Not opening himself up for a knife in the side if she denied him. No. No. There would be no denying today.
“I—”
“Yes.” His pronouncement interrupted her, the pace of his touch on her clit turning punishing. “You want this. You want it every fucking day. Don’t you?” His upward thrusts moved like an accelerating machine. “I want to be commanded by you. I want to be your fuck. As soon as I empty myself, I’m going to fill right back up and wait for another chance at your *. Tell me you want that. Tell me you want me on goddamn speed dial to be your fuck, Polly. Say it.”
Her answering orgasm was so violent in its potency, Austin fell forward on a strangled shout of her name, catching his weight on one elbow, still managing to pump his hips. Not for long, though, the sound, feel, knowledge of her pleasure making him a slave to his own. Austin’s seed left him in earth-shaking waves, indescribable bliss blanketing him in a silence that somehow connected him to Polly by virtue of its association with her. Their damp bodies were pressed together so tightly, he could feel her heartbeat knocking in time with his.
“Say there’ll be a next time,” he said, easing off Polly to collapse chest-down on the bed beside her. Not relaxing, however. Not until she answered.
Polly’s chest shuddered up and down. “There—”
Her hand flew to her mouth as she caught sight of something behind him. Denial speared him that a threat could be in her vicinity, but a glance toward the door eviscerated that fear. Nothing there. They were alone. Thank God. “What is it?”