“Take what you need from me. My cock is yours. Fuck me, baby.”
She widens her hips and grinds harder against me.
“Good girl.” I smile against her neck.
“It's so intense,” she admits as I squeeze her hips and increase the friction between us.
“Just like the feelings I have for you,” I say, pressing my lips to her shoulder.
She pushes against my chest, making me fall back on the mattress. A giggle releases when she sees my shocked face.
“I wanna ride you in the reverse cowgirl position. I read about it in one of my books, and I've never done it before,” she explains before turning around and shoving her luscious ass in my face. There's no way she would've been comfortable in this position even days ago, and the fact that she is tells me she feels safe with me.
Okay, I lied. This is the best view of my life.
I dig my fingers in her ass cheeks and guide her over my cock until I'm seated deep inside. She leans forward and holds my legs for support, then begins moving up and down.
This new angle is tight enough to make me blow my load before I'm ready. I lift my hips to meet her thrusts, and we groan out in pleasure.
When I feel how close she is, I spank her, and she yelps. “Keep going, sweetheart. Ride that dick. You're almost there.”
Tatum moans as the build-up takes over and her thighs shake through the pleasure. She coats my cock again, and it takes all the willpower in the world not to spill inside her.
When she comes down from her high, she falls against my shins and catches her breath.
“Don't tell me you're worn out already?” I taunt, pulling her up next to me.
“Whatever you're on, it's enough.”
I bark out a laugh. “I didn't take anything nor have I ever.”
“Sweet Jesus. So it's always like this?”
Scratching my cheek, I smirk at how shocked she sounds. “My poor girl. So damn sex-deprived, your expectations were on the floor.”
“I finally understand what all those female characters mean when they say they're going to die of sex overload.”
“Not possible,” I counter.
“No, I really think it is. My heart's about to beat out of my chest.”
Chuckling, I press my mouth to hers. “Try to keep up. I'm not finished with you.”
I stand and hold out my hand. Once she takes it, I lead her back to the mirror.
“Now look at yourself. All flushed and glistening.”
“Like a glazed donut,” she repeats my words from when she taught me yoga, and I chuckle.
“Tastes sweet like one too.” I wink. “Put your palms on the wall and spread your legs.”
“What? Why?”
“You trust me?” I brush my lips to her ear. “You don't have to do anything you don't want.”
She swallows and nods. “Of course I do.” I watch as she gets into position.
Standing behind her, I bring a hand between her thighs, and she's wet again. Tatum pants as I finger-fuck her, and when her head falls back on my shoulder, I stop.
“Watch,” I demand.
Her eyes pop open, and they meet mine in the reflection.
“I want you to see what I see. Watch us in the mirror.”
She does as I say and flicks her gaze forward. She focuses on my fingers moving in and out as she tries to catch her breath.
I slide out, then press down on her lower back until she's angled just right.
“Watch,” I remind her, gripping my shaft and teasing her entrance.
Tatum spreads her thighs wider, giving me the access I need to thrust in. Her ass cheeks bounce as I slam against her over and over. Taking her from behind allows me to go to the hilt, and based on her rapid breathing, she likes it.
“Don't you look stunning with my cock stuffed inside you?” I watch her expression in the mirror and know she's trying to focus, but her eyes keep rolling back.
“Tatum.”
Her gaze finds mine.
“You're beautiful,” I mouth.
My balls tighten, and I know I'm close to exploding.
“I'm almost there, baby. Where do you want it?”
She grins. “On my chest.”
Fuck, she's perfect.
“On your knees,” I order.
Quickly, she spins around as I stroke my shaft. When Tatum focuses on me, I'm done. The orgasm rips through me, and soon, I'm releasing all over her beautiful tits. With a satisfied groan, my arms fall to my sides.
“Holy shit.”
“That was a lot.” She chuckles, looking down.
“I know.” I grab her hand, pulling her up to her feet. “Let's get in the shower.” I press a kiss to her lips, then lead her to the bathroom.
“I have a feeling I'm gonna need some painkillers, or I might not be able to walk tomorrow,” she says as I get the water going.
“The fact that you're able to walk right now means we haven't found our limit yet.”
She blinks wide. “Excuse you? I didn't think I was that old until just now. There are more than three rounds?”