“Come,” he orders, his mouth lifting off my skin, one of his hands gripping my face and turning it to his, his blue eyes holding me hostage. “Come,” he repeats, need blatant in his taunt, strong face.
I try to keep the eye contact, try to give him what I think he wants, but it is too strong – that final moment that my clit has been waiting for, that perfect swipe across its swollen surface has my eyes rolling back, my world temporarily going black, his blue eyes disappearing from sight as my back arches and I explode in
one.
perfect.
moment.
CHAPTER 8
I am weak, drained, my body losing all muscle function as the last tendrils of pleasure gently fade away, aftershocks twitching my body.
“Get up and get on the bed. I’m going to fuck the hell out of you.” His voice is hoarse with need, the order almost a plea despite the command in his tone.
I roll to one side, my limbs sluggish, and sit up, eyeing the drop from the table to the floor. I am aided by his hands, helping me to my feet and then guiding me down a short hall and into the bedroom.
He spins me slowly, the dim lights of the bedroom blurring, and then I am facing him, his mouth finding mine, his hands gripping my waist and lifting me up and backward, onto the soft bed. I lay back and he crawls above me, the thick length of him stiff and heavy against my thighs. I part my legs and he settles between them, his mouth brushing across my throat, soft kisses alternating with delicate nips, his tongue teasing and torturing the hollows of my neck.
His hand reaches down, adjusting his cock, the hard shaft heavy and warm between my legs. He grinds forward, a hard thrust that creates a delicious friction between my legs. His lips pull off my neck, hovering above my mouth and he changes the pace, shortening his movement as he smoothly slides his bare cock over me. I inhale sharply, the ache between my legs growing, each withdrawal giving me hope that he will move it two inches lower and bury it inside of me.
I’m going to lose my mind. Between our bodies, I can almost feel the crackle of intense need. I can feel my heartbeat between my legs, the jitter of my muscles, everything itching for his touch. Everything about him screams domination, his touches hard and aggressive, each order sending a jolt of arousal through me. I’ve never yearned for submission before, never felt so eager to offer my body for his use.
He pulls off me, disappearing for a brief moment, then returns, his hands rolling over his cock, shielding it with a thin skin of latex. There is the soft shift of the mattress as he climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. His eyes meet mine. “Tell me what you want.”
I don’t respond. I can’t think, can’t even formulate a thought, not when his cock is bobbing before me, just inches from my wet cunt. He grips my legs, pulling me closer, and opening my legs and body to him. His stiff head bumps against my swollen lips, and I inhale sharply. It’s the look in his eyes that is the most arousing. Possessive, dominating, with a fire behind them that both terrifies and electrifies me. There is a raw need in their depths, a demand in their intensity. He leans forward, grips the back of my neck and pulls me closer, his breath hot on my lips. “Tell me,” he repeats.
I resist, my eyes glued to his, my body swooning when he reaches down, pressing his thick tip against my soaked opening. My eyes snap closed, the pending sensation too good not to savor. He shoves forward in one tiny motion, giving me just one thick inch, and I hiss through my teeth. Holy hell. Just that one inch, and my body reacts in a way I’ve never experienced, satisfying a carnal need I never knew I could have.
“TELL. ME.” he grits, his mouth against mine, close enough to touch, but just enough space to torture. He pushes in another inch, then withdraws slowly. I moan in anguish.
“You,” I whisper.
“Louder.”
“You,” I say stronger, almost crying out the word as his gaze burns into mine. “Your cock. Now. Please.” I lose all composure on the last word, my thighs trembling, voice breaking, and in the crack of the vowels, he fully thrusts, giving me all of him, my eyes snapping shut, head falling back. I claw at his shoulder, nails digging into muscle, needing to be close to him. He withdraws. Thrusts. Withdraws. My body memorizes his shape, contracts around his girth, and worships his stroke. Right now, during these minutes, he owns me. I am fully and completely his.
I wrap my legs, my heels digging into his perfect ass as he increases his pace, the slick sounds of our bodies mixing with hot breaths and rough kisses. He kisses like he will never get enough, feasting on my mouth while maintaining a fluid rhythm with his body, propping himself off of me with one hand while the other cradles my neck, holding me up to him.
I can’t take much more of this, the furious pace building an animalistic need inside of me, a need that will only be fulfilled when I come. It’s close, my core pulsing around his cock, our kiss interrupted by my gasp, and I whimper as my entire body tenses underneath his. “Don’t stop,” I beg, bucking backwards against his hand, my head rolling as the buildup reaches an overflow point, my orgasm on the edge of explosion. He releases me, bracing both hands on the bed and unleashes the full force of his cock, quick, fast thrusts that are perfect in rhythm, perfect in speed, and heavenly on my body. I risk a look upward, at the god above me, his body framed by city lights, his face determined and intense, the muscles of his chest and arms emphasized by the position, the overall package too much. The orgasm comes and it rips through me, tearing out sensibility and logic on its path, my body tensing underneath him, my heels gripping him tightly and my arms flail out, wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer, the movement doing nothing to slow the fuck, my orgasm stretched out with every pump of his muscular hips.
He doesn’t give me time to rest, rolling over until I am on top, dizzy with lust, staring down on his beauty.
“Ride me.” Dark, dangerous words, spoken with an edge.
I move, grinding my hips against him, a rolling motion.
“No. Up and down.” He scowls and the expression does nothing but makes whatever vibe he rocks more devastating. I move my feet underneath me, resting my weight on them and move, lifting up and then down, feeling the immediate response of him inside me, his shaft thickening and straightening. I groan at the sensation, and settle fully down, the depth surprising me, the complete fullness something I’ve never experienced. He grips my waist and holds me down, thrusting slightly from below, my mouth opening slightly at the new sensation, my glazed eyes held by his, a cocky smile crossing his face.