He went back to kissing me passionately.
I felt my climax climbing.
“Catherine,” he said and rested his forehead against mine. “I want to see you come, need to see you get off because of me.”
His words, the feeling of him inside of me, all of that and more had me breathing faster.
He slammed into me once, twice, and on the third time stilled, staring into my eyes, making me take every last hard, big inch of him.
“I knew you’d feel this good in my arms, clenching around my cock, baby.”
A gasp left me at how vulgar his words were … at how much I loved hearing them. I didn’t say anything, though, because I didn’t know how to respond.
He started thrusting in and out of me as if he were losing control. The scent and power that came from him was my undoing. I felt myself falling over the edge once more, and climaxed long and hard, moaning softly as pleasure slammed into me. He kept up the thrusting until I sagged against him, and then he pulled out, leaving me feeling bereft and empty.
“Sutton—” That was the only thing I got out before he kissed me again.
His scent made me feel even more drunk. Sutton covered me with his body, the heavy weight of his muscles pressed to every single inch of me, having my pussy clench in need. He broke the kiss and buried his face in the crook of my neck, the sound of him inhaling deeply an auditory orgasm.
“You smell so good, Catherine. So fucking good.” He ran his tongue up the side of my neck and I arched up against him, moaning at the feel.
“You taste so fucking good.” He took possession of my mouth again, dragging his tongue along mine, pressing his tongue to mine. I was helpless to try and grasp what was happening, to comprehend what I was doing.
“God,” I breathed out, lightheaded from the way he made me feel, from the rush of the beer moving through my veins. He continued to kiss me, and then moved his mouth down my neck once more to lick at the pulse that beat frantically right below my ear.
“Feel good, Catherine?”
I nodded, not able to speak.
“Tell me,” he harshly demanded.
“So good, Sutton.”
He groaned, and the vibrations on my throat went right to my clit.
“I love it when you say my name because you’re so fucking turned on.”
I wanted him to touch me, desperately. As if he read my mind, he slid his hand down my chest and cupped my breast.
A virgin. That was what I was. I wouldn’t tell him, wouldn’t stop this and confide that I had never been with a man before. Maybe he already knew, felt it as he tore through my innocence.
Or maybe he hadn’t known, been able to tell.
The room spun, and I didn’t know if it was because I was so far gone in my arousal, or because I’d had a little more than I should have to drink. Either way I felt like I was floating.
A low rumble left him, and he flattened his tongue at the base of my throat, dragging it up slowly.
When he pulled back he looked down the length of my body.
He pushed back inside of me and I cried out.
“Watch me, baby. Look at what I’m doing to you.”
I rose up and braced my upper body on my elbows, watching as he pulled out of me and pushed back in.
“You see what you do to me, how hard you make me?” His dick glistened with my arousal. He started thrusting a little faster, my pussy hugging his length, stretched around his girth. He cupped one bared breast, rolled the nipple between his thumb and index finger, and moved to the next. Sutton did this repeatedly while continuing to thrust into me, over and over again until I was mindless with need.
Spreading my legs even wider so he could settle his hips between them, I felt the air leave me when all of his weight pressed me into the bed once more. Seconds later, he braced himself on his forearms by my head and lifted his upper body partially up. He never took his gaze from me.
“Wrap your legs around me, baby.”
I lifted my legs and hooked them around his lean waist. He didn’t tease me anymore, just slammed right into me hard and fast. Fucking me.
A gasp of pain and pleasure left me.
A mask of ecstasy washed over his face, perspiration covering his skin.
“You’ll never know how good you feel to me; how good it feels to be inside of your body.” The drugged look he wore had my inner muscles clenching around his length, which caused him to groan deep in his throat.
He breathed out harshly, his big balls slapping my ass as he pushed into me harder than before. “This is nothing compared to what I want to do.” His face became fierce in appearance. “I want to own your body … own you.”