“No,” she says, “I’ll never beg you to stop.”
“You will.” I stroke my tongue over her clit.
She quivers beneath me. I tug on her flesh and then close my lips over her clit.
“You taste so good, baby,” I say, lapping at her rich cream. “I’ll never get enough. But this isn’t about me.” I glide a finger into her pussy.
That’s it. All it takes.
She shatters around my finger, squeezing me with those sumptuous walls.
Damn. It’s nearly as good as coming myself. In its way, it’s even better. Because that thing going on inside me—where I feel what she feels—breaks me into pieces along with her.
And I want more.
I add another finger, urging her on and then sucking on her clit.
Two orgasms and then three.
I’m exploding along with her, each climax more intense than the last.
She’s a woman who only recently experienced a climax. This will be too much for her. Too much. Pleasure equals pain equals pleasure.
But she takes it.
She takes it all.
“Tell me to stop, Skye,” I say, my voice more like a growl. “Tell me it’s too much. Too much… Too much…”
Except it’s not too much. Not too much for me and not too much for her. This is savage. Primal.
Fucking magnificent.
I pull climax after climax out of her. Any other woman would be begging by now—begging for a release from the pleasure-pain.
Skye is so far from any other woman.
She wins this round—though I’ll never admit it to her—because I can’t wait any longer to ram my cock into her pussy.
I can’t help a soft chuckle. “You are obstinate. Fuck. I have to be inside you.”
Then I’m in her. Her pussy walls are still spasming. I fuck her hard and quick, grinding over her clit so her climaxes continue.
“Braden!” she cries out.
“That’s it, baby. Keep coming. Keep coming. You’re so hot. That’s it. That’s it. Fuck!”
I slam into her.
She’s still spasming as I release, and we come in tandem, her pussy clenching around me with each spurt of my seed into her. Perspiration glistens on her forehead, and her eyes are heavy-
lidded.
She’s fucking amazing.
I stay on top of her, our bodies still joined, for a few timeless moments.
And for those few moments, I feel an utter completeness that is foreign to me.