“Ask me for it, Scheme. ”
“I hate you!” she snarled.
“You want me. ” He pressed his other hand between her thighs, feeling the saturated curls before he ran his fingers around her straining clit. “Now ask me for it. ”
“Fuck me!” She drove her hips back.
His fingers buried inside her as the head of his cock slid against moist, swollen curves.
Pulling his hand back from her wet curls, he fought to breathe as he positioned his straining flesh. Pressing into her pussy was like entering a super-heated, super-tight furnace of liquid silk.
Sweat ran down his face, his chest, as he eased into her. Hell, she was so tight. Too tight.
“How long?” he snapped. “How long since you’ve had another?”
“You watched me,” she stuttered. “You know. ”
He paused. It had been more than a year, perhaps two since a man had been to her bed.
“Outside your bed,” he growled.
Her head shook desperately, her hips straining against him.
“Only my bed. Not theirs. ”
He snarled again, pulled his tortured cock back before working inside her again.
“Does it hurt?”
“God yes!” she cried. “More. Just do it. More. ”
His head tipped back on his shoulders as his hips pressed forward. Pulled back. Gave her more. Her sharp cries were breaking his control. He needed to bury inside her. He needed the full length of his tortured dick surrounded by all that tight, wet heat.
“Please, Tanner. ”
Her strangled scream, the scent of her need, her pussy flexing around his cock and her tight little rear tightening on his fingers were too much.
His control broke.
Scheme screamed. She couldn’t help herself, not that the sound held any true power. You had to breathe to scream effectively. She couldn’t breathe. She was too hot. She was burning, fevered with lust and so full, stretched so tight the pleasure/pain of it was just short of too much.
Her shoulders fell to the mattress, her fingers clenching in the quilt as she cried. Tears actually squeezed from beneath her lashes. There was too much pleasure. Too much of the sensations she had never experienced before but always reached for.
“Fuck, you’re tight. ” He was snarling behind her, growling. “So fucking tight. ”
His fingers moved in her rear, rotating, rubbing. His erection pulled back, spreading the excess moisture along the sensitized channel before spearing inside her again.
It was too much. The first orgasm was a hard, drowning wave. It rushed through her, over her, shuddered up her spine and sizzled in her brain. It caught her so off guard that she was gasping, clawing at the bed, her own mewls of ever-increasing ecstasy stealing what breath she had left.
“Damn you!” he cursed.
He stilled inside her, his cock throbbing, the needs inside her far from sated.
She needed it again. Oh God please, just one more time.
“Please…” She was barely aware she was begging, pleading. “More. More. ”
The hand gripping her hips snaked around the front of her thighs, his fingers finding her clit. His fingers moved more demandingly in her rear, and his hips thrust. Hard. Powerful. Deep plunging strokes as his fingers milked her clit.