“I need more,” she said urgently, jackknifing away and rolling over until she presented me with her backside. “Fuck me.”
“Where did my sweet little Wink go?” I asked her, crawling up between her legs.
The rough palms of my hands slid up the backs of her thighs to her backside.
The minute my hands encountered the skin she pushed back, urging me on silently.
“Still,” I said, punctuating that announcement with a slap to her backside.
She gasped, and it wasn’t pain that flared up through our mating bond, but excitement.
“Oh darn,” she whispered brokenly. “I’m going to fucking hell.”
I laughed at her succulent words. “There’s going to be fucking, but I doubt hell will be involved unless too many orgasms is your version of hell.”
She glared at me over her shoulder.
“Are you going to do anything about this?” She pushed her ass backwards. “Or are you going to talk and play all day?”
My hand tightened on her ass cheek.
“What is it that you’re wanting here, Wink?” I asked. “Fast and hard? Slow and soft? Use your words.”
“You damn well know exactly what I want,” she said. “I want you to fuck me. If I wanted slow and sweet, I would’ve found some other man. I know you don’t do slow and sweet.”
“You don’t think I could do slow?” I asked, walking up on my knees until my cock kissed her entrance.
“I have no doubt that you can do slow,” she said. “What I have doubts about is the ‘sweet’ part.”
“Why’s that?” I wondered, fisting my cock and dragging it up through the folds of her pussy.
She moaned into the bedspread, but managed to twist her head to the side once she was done to say, “You don’t have a sweet bone in your body. Not when it comes to this, anyway. Now get on with it, or I’ll take care of myself.”
I chuckled and started to sink my cock inside of her, filling her so slowly that she started to curse.
“See what I mean about the ‘sweet’ thing?” she moaned. “If you were being sweet, then you’d give it to me like you knew I wanted it.”
That was true. I knew exactly how she wanted it, down to the very last thrust of my hips.
She wasn’t ready for that kind of fucking. Yet.
She needed to be warmed up and primed before she could take it that rough.
“Why do you think I played with myself while I was in the tub?” She pushed backwards, meeting my hips in a rough thrust that forced the headboard into the wall.
Taking that as a sign, I pulled out nearly all the way, letting the tip of my cock caress her entrance before I slammed back inside.
My hands tightened on Wink’s hips to hold her in place so my exuberance didn’t knock her off the bed, and she nearly collapsed completely to her belly the moment I filled her for a second time.
“Jesus,” she yelped. “Harder!”
I gave it to her harder, not giving it all I had until she was ready.
Just when I’d started to find a rhythm as I filled her with my cock, Wink stopped what she was doing and crawled out from under me, causing me to freeze at the abruptness of the movement.
“Lay down,” she ordered, pointing to the bed beside my knees.
Looking down at my raging cock that’d been inside of her only moments before, I decided to do what she asked and lay down.
The moment I did she moved to straddle my hips, and I watched as she did.
She took my length in her hands, and positioned it at her portal.
“Ready?” she asked, hovering just above the tip.
I nodded my head and gritted my teeth as I did.
“I’ll go slow so I won’t hurt you,” she teased.
My eyes nearly crossed when she took me back inside—none too gently might I add.
“Fuck me,” she breathed.
I started to move in and out, but there wasn’t much I could do without taking control of her and the situation, and it was clear in my mind that she wouldn’t appreciate it. Not yet, anyway.
“Oh, God,” I growled, eyes getting heavy. “Ride me, Mama.”
“Mama?” she asked, sounding amused.
I growled at her.
“Mama,” I agreed.
“I kind of like it,” she whispered. “Can I call you Daddy?”
I huffed out a laugh. “You can call me whatever the fuck you want to call me as long as you fucking ride me!”
She snickered as she lifted up to her full height at knee level, then slammed back down, taking me so deep inside that my breath stalled in my chest.
“God,” she breathed. “You feel so good inside of me.”
I could do nothing but nod as my hands went up to her breasts, my fingers tugging and sliding over her nipples so I wouldn’t take over control like I really wanted to do.
She gasped and leaned into my hands, then surprised the shit out of me by leaning backwards.