“Bedroom,” he grunted, and he pulled me along until we were ensconced in the master suite.
I expected his usual command to undress. Instead, he frantically pulled off his own clothes until he stood naked, his cock hard and ready, his gaze raking over me as I quickly disrobed as well.
“Need you,” he said gruffly.
“I’m here.”
“Get on your hands and knees,” he said. “I’m going to take you from behind. Like a damned animal.”
His words set me on fire, and I obeyed him without question. I was already soaking wet. I could feel it. Feel every quiver between my legs as I imagined him sinking his cock into me.
Soon, he was behind me, the bed shifting with his weight, his cock slapping the cheeks of my ass.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, baby. So hard. I need it. And I need you.”
I squealed sharply as he thrust into me.
I was ready. Wet and ready. But something was different this time. Was he more erect than normal? No, I’d looked at him. He was the same large size he always was.
No, it wasn’t his size. It was his attitude. Something was different.
He slapped the cheek of my ass when he pulled out and then thrust back in.
He’d slapped me once before, but not like this. This felt different.
“Yes,” he said. “Take it. Take all of it, baby. Take all of me.”
I pushed my hips backward, giving him the best access I could. Whatever he needed, I would give it. I’d always give it.
He took me harder, harder, harder, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting…until my body was so ready, but the position didn’t give me the friction I needed against my clit. I tried letting my legs relax so I could rub against the bed, but he pulled me upward, continuing to plunge deeper and deeper inside me.
“Need. To. Come,” I said into the pillow. “Please.”
With one swift movement, Bryce swiped his fingers over my clit.
That was all I needed.
I erupted, he still thrusting into me, my whole body singing a discordant melody.
Yes, discordant.
This was different. So different.
Yet no less passionate and amazing.
“Keep coming, baby,” he said through puffs of his breath. “Keep coming for me.”
The pulses of my climax increased, as though hearing and obeying his words. Vibrant colors kaleidoscoped behind my closed eyes.
Different. So different.
Yet still the same. Still Bryce. Still Bryce and me. Still perfect.
He pushed into me harder and harder still, and when my climax finally began to subside, he groaned and spilled inside me, the walls of my pussy clasping him with each contraction of his cock.
He stayed there for a moment, his cock sunk into me, his hands gripping my hips. I stayed still beneath him, letting him take what he needed from my body. From me.
When he finally let go, he rolled over onto his back and pulled me into his arms.