I want it. I fucking need it rough and deep and right now, but I manage to gather enough brain cells to say, “Just the tip.”
With a harsh laugh, he fists my hair, wrenches my head to the side, and breathes heavily, fiercely, against my neck. “I’m already all in. This is just a technicality.”
Then he thrusts, burying himself to the root.
I choke on a soundless scream as my body stretches around his girth. He groans deeply, gutturally, and his hands fly to my hips, yanking me tighter against him as his forehead drops to my spine.
Holy fuck, he’s thick and huge and hard. So fucking hard I’m certain my cervix just rammed into my stomach.
“Goddamn, Laynee.” He plows into me with ruthless strokes. “I feel everything. Every ridge inside you. Every tight clench. It’s so good. So damn good.” He stares down at where we’re joined, grunting with each thrust and sighing through every exhale. “Wish you could see this. The way your cunt grips my cock. It’s fucking perfect.”
My nipples harden, and my lungs slam together. I feel him throbbing inside me, swelling and lengthening as I clamp down around him. His groans are like a drug. The tremors in his hands are the elixir. He’s affected by this, by me, and his intoxicating responses feed my addiction.
He kicks my feet apart, adjusting my body the way he wants it, and drives his hips into a frantic rhythm. “Look at me.”
The moment I meet his eyes in the mirror, I know I’ve lost. His expression is so full of passion and devotion as he watches my reflection. My stupid heart pounds in my throat, fully engaged and begging for forever.
Don’t hurt me.
He tangles his fingers in my hair and brings his mouth to the corner of mine.
Don’t leave me.
He kisses a trail along my jaw that ends at my ear with his breaths caressing my neck. He never breaks eye contact, never slows the pace of his thrusts. The connection, the fusion of our bodies, the grip on my hair, and the intimacy of his eyes—all of it shoves me over the ledge.
I come apart around him, grinding and moaning and clawing at the counter. He rocks me through it, rolling his hips and cradling my head, with his parted lips pressed against my jaw.
“That was beautiful.” He kicks his hips, tormenting my overstimulated pussy. “So fucking perfect.”
When he pulls out, his fingers move over my dress, searching the seams. “Where’s the zipper?”
“I’ll get it.” I slide it down my side, twitching all over from the orgasm.
He toes off his Converse and removes his jeans and briefs. Then he grips the dress and yanks it over my head. The bra goes next, leaving me completely nude with my back to him.
He spends an anguishing amount of time kissing and stroking my scarred skin before turning me to face him. He gives my breasts and mouth the same treatment, sucking and licking with patience and adoration. Every touch of his lips and feverish caress of his hands fans my arousal, spreading it outward and reheating my body for another round.
“Are you this attentive with all women?” My whisper is breathy and cautious against his mouth.
“If you’re thinking about other women, I’m not doing something right.” He bites my bottom lip and clutches my shoulders, pressing them downward.
I give beneath his hands and lower to my knees. At this level, there’s so much naked Decker to take in. The tension in his thighs. The heavy sac hanging beneath his long wet cock. The tight packs of his abs that ripple into chiseled pecs and broad shoulders.
He curls his fingers around his cock, angling it skyward. It’s monstrous and veiny and so damn long that even with his fist at the base, there’s at least five exposed inches to suck.
With slow, measured strokes, he slides his hand up and down his length so close to my face I can smell the sweet essence of our combined arousal. His other hand captures my hair, forcing my head back to gaze up at him.
He moves his fingers from my hair to cup my jaw, staring into my eyes, slowly stroking his erection, and making me crazy with need.
Several seconds pass before his knuckles slide beneath my chin. He tilts my head farther back, and his thumb draws a path from the curve of my upper lip, down to my lower lip and pressing inward, causing it to pout out.
“Open your mouth,” he whispers.
My lips separate, and my pussy clenches.
“Wider.” His breathing speeds up. “Yes. Just like that.”
He steps closer and brushes the head of his cock against my tongue, teasing, groaning, driving us both into a tightly-coiled fog of hunger.
“Decker.” I choke on a thick swallow and grip the hard planks of his ass.