Heat Wave

I can barely tear my eyes away from his cock to look up at him. Of course he looks smug—why shouldn't he—but there's a sense of awe in his eyes, like he can't believe this is happening. That makes two of us.

Since I'm already on my knees and I'm salivating for the taste of him, I grab his ass with one hand, my fingernails digging in as I tug him toward me. With my other hand I grasp his cock at the base, making a ring around it. He's so goddamn hard, it's like velvet steel, and silky to touch. I can feel the hot blood rushing underneath, the way his cock ticks with each beat of his heart.

I close my eyes and tentatively slide my tongue along the sensitive underside before circling his crown, dark and lush, licking at the precum. The salt hits my tongue, revving my desire for him to another level.

His hand goes into my damp hair, pulling lightly, and he groans as I try and take him all into my mouth.

“I told you I wouldn't last long, Freckles,” he says breathlessly. “I mean that still.” He pulls away from me, his cock wet and bobbing from my mouth and glances down at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “No offense, you can suck me off later if you're so inclined, but if I don't fuck the living hell out of you right now, I might just die.” He jerks his chin at me. “Turn around.”

My heart is pumping hard in anticipation as I pivot around on the rug so I'm on all fours, my ass raised in the air. He drops to his knees behind me and I hold my breath, waiting for his touch.

Swiftly he lifts up my dress until it's bunched around my waist. I expect him to slide my underwear down over my ass but instead I hear a fucking rip as he tears it in half.

“What the fuck?” I cry out and try and turn around.

“I'll buy you new ones,” he says gruffly, moments before he grabs my ass, squeezing hard so I stay in place. I flinch, the pressure from his fingertips is firm and yet the moment he yields, I want it even more.

He pulls me toward him as he positions himself and with one swift jerk, pushes into me. The air is expelled from my chest as he fills me, a gasp broken on my lips.

“Are you okay?” he asks, shuddering the words as he pushes himself fully inside.

I can’t speak. I can’t think. I can only feel, every single inch of his hard cock as I squeeze around him. I try and nod, get my breath.

His grip around my ass tightens. “I can’t promise I’ll be gentle,” he says. “But I can promise you’ll come so hard you won’t know any name but mine.”

Holy hell. His words shock me to the core, dirty enough to make my skin grow even hotter. I’m on fire inside and out.

“Does that sound good?” he asks, his voice thicker now. “Can you handle that?” He pauses, slowly pulling out in such a teasing, languid way that it’s torturous. I feel empty, aching for him, I want him to fill me up and up and up, like a balloon ready to burst.

“Give me hell,” I tell him and if I feel a flash of embarrassment over talking like this, it’s over in a second because his hand cracks across my ass with a loud slap as he hisses, “Yes,” and then he’s pounding into me, fast and deep and relentless. Over and over and over again, this breakneck pace that has me trying to hang on to the rug for dear life, my breasts jiggling with each quick, hard thrust.

“You feel better than heaven,” he says through a husky groan. His pumps become quicker, deeper, and messy, like he’s losing control and going over the edge and taking me with him. I’ve never had a man in so deep like this, not just inside me but inside my head. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted and everything I shouldn’t have and he’s fucking me like we might lose everything tomorrow.

The same urgency that’s running through him is running through me. I drop onto one elbow, and with my other hand reach for my clit, the pressure building to unbearable heights as he fucks that sweet spot inside me.

“Don’t cheat,” he growls, batting my hand away and grabbing the back of my hair until it’s gathered in his hand. He pushes forward until my cheek is pressed into the rug and he’s holding me down, grunting hard with each thrust.

Jesus. He’s out of control. He’s become someone else, an animal, a beast, as relentless as the waves. I’m at his mercy and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something more than for him to take such control and just fuck the living hell out of me.

Hell, heaven, whatever this is, I know it’s something I’ll never come back from. I know I’ll never want to. In my wildest, kinkiest dreams about him, it’s never been this good.

While he yanks back at my hair and then holds me down in place, he slips his other hand under my stomach, his fingers finding my clit.