She pushed him back and turned to face him. He looked concerned, but that spectacular cock was already reacting to the chemical changes happening inside her. His nostrils flared, a primitive part of him sensing both danger and pleasure.
She sank all the way down to the floor in front of him. The foot of the bed was at her back, a hard, desperate man at her front. “Baby.” There was so much tied up in that one word. Hope, brittle need, intoxicating desire.
“Lose the towel,” she whispered.
His eyes glittered, but he complied, reaching one big hand down to release his erection. She was lightheaded with want. With need. With the desire to give him another piece, another memory of her.
She watched in fascination as he fisted his shaft and gave it a long, rough stroke inches from her mouth.
He reached down and, with one swift yank, bared her breasts above the neckline of her tank top.
She cupped his balls in her hand and squeezed. He hissed in a breath through clenched teeth.
“Now, take my panties out,” she instructed.
He hesitated until she gave another harder squeeze. “I’m keeping them,” he reminded her. His tone left no room for argument.
“They’re yours,” she promised. “So is this.” She leaned forward and took the smooth, swollen crown into her mouth.
He swore violently, and a tremor ran through his entire body. Curling over her, he slapped one hand into the mattress behind her head. The other, still holding her thong, wrapped around the base of his shaft and squeezed.
She took him a little deeper, running her tongue over the underside all the way to the sensitive tip.
She couldn’t take him as far as she wanted, but between the slide of her mouth and the stroke of his hand, it was more than enough.
He was straining to hold himself back. But she didn’t want that. She wanted him as wild as he made her. She dug her nails into his ass cheeks, and when he gave a testing thrust into her mouth, Remi hummed her approval. He did it again and again. Swift, shallow pumps that had his crown swelling between her teeth.
“Need to get you off.” He gritted out the words like he was in pain.
“This is just for you, Brick,” she murmured before taking him in as deep as he could go.
He used her hair to pull her head back, releasing his dick from her mouth. “Ah,” he groaned, giving himself several vicious strokes with his hand before guiding the tip back to her lips. Moisture gathered there, and she licked it off. “Scared I’ll hurt you. I want you so fucking bad.”
“Fuck my mouth, Brick. Please.”
He couldn’t say no to her or the demand, and they both knew it.
When he loosened his grip on her hair, she slicked her mouth over him again, relishing the texture and taste of him. Thick veins on his shaft throbbed against her tongue, making her dizzy with his desire for her.
When he tried to pull out again, she sank her nails into his ass cheeks and held steady.
“Dirty fucking girl,” he groaned and then thrust between her lips.
She sucked hard and deep. Teasing with teeth and tongue then soothing with long licks over the sensitive slit. Sucking and plumping him, she steadily drove him mad.
“Goddamn you, Remi.” She looked up at him and was gratified at the picture he made. His lids were heavy, lips full and parted. A god chasing his pleasure. And she was the one to give it to him.
One hand stroked his shaft in time with her mouth, the other gripped her hair. “Need more.”
“Take it,” she said before sliding her lips back down.
On a groan, he released her hair and once again folded over, this time forcing her head back against the mattress. His fist, still wrapped in her panties, worked the base of his cock viciously as his hips set the pace. She heard his fingers digging into the mattress next to her head as he fucked her mouth and she embraced a euphoric sense of panic at having no escape.
His thick, round head hit the back of her throat over and over again. She could taste it now as his release gathered, ready to uncoil. She palmed his balls where they hung heavy between his legs. Gripping, squeezing. Working them in time with his erratic pumps. Those huge thighs bunched and shifted with every drive. His abs tightened as he took her mouth.
“Remi. Remi.” He chanted her name like a prayer. Like a curse.
She hummed again, a vibration deep in her throat, and opened her eyes to watch him let go. He was already staring at her as his entire body tensed. The eye contact, the lewdness of what she was letting him do to her, had him collapsing onto his forearm on the mattress.
“Fuck, baby. Suck me hard. Make it stop hurting.”
She felt the tension in him. Muscle, bone, cells. Everything coiling, tightening in on itself in his body. And then he was coming. His roar filled her ears as he ejaculated in her mouth, down her throat. Hot, thick spurts of semen. His dick pulsed in her mouth as it released its load. His fist continued to work his shaft violently as she swallowed as much as she could. Those muscular thighs shook against her. She was choking, drowning, dying, living.
He was still coming as he yanked her off her knees and shoved her back onto the bed. Still going off as he forced her legs open and rammed into her. Her wet mixed with his orgasm had him fully sheathed in two demanding thrusts. Heaven. Or hell. He’d propelled her into some other world, she thought, as her inner walls fluttered around the thick shaft.
“Fuck,” he groaned brokenly as he continued to pump into her.
Something rough and wet rubbed against her clit, and Remi realized her thong was wrapped around his arousal.
The piece of her he’d stolen. Kept. Treasured.
It scared her, thrilled her, electrified her. The need he displayed for her was staggering.
There was no warning. Just her own peak suddenly looming in front of her. Jagged and terrifying.
“Come,” he growled in her ear as one of his hands found her breast and palmed it. “Now, Remington.”
She had no choice. Her body was already spiraling into the abyss.
“God, yes,” he groaned as she clamped around him. An erotic vise. “Never giving up that greedy little cunt of yours.”
He was still hard, still rolling his hips, still delivering pleasure.
Knowing that once wasn’t enough for him had her own arousal spiking again.
“You want to come again,” he said. “You want me to keep working my cock in you until you go off. Say it.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, Brick. I want you to make me come again.”
He pulled out of her, but before she could complain, he pushed her onto her hands and knees in front of him. She held her breath as he knelt between her legs and stroked a hand down her spine before those strong fingers closed around her hip, kneading the curve of her flesh.
“God. I can’t look at you like this without wanting to put my hand on you.”
Her sex clenched around nothing. Making her ache with a need only he could fulfill.
“Do it. Please.”
“Just once,” he rasped. She didn’t know if he was promising her or warning himself.
“Then you better make it count,” she whispered.