He pulls out and sets a punishing rhythm, fucking me like a man possessed. His fingers dig into me hard enough that I know I’ll have bruises when I wake in the morning.
“Too right I’m fucking obsessed,” he mutters as if he’s talking to himself, but I hear every word loud and clear even through my lust-filled haze. “Can’t get e-fucking-nough.”
I don’t say anything for fear it’ll make him stop.
“Your pussy. Fuck, Hellion.”
“Argh,” I cry when he brushes his hand up my spine until his fingers sink into my hair. His other hand frees his belt, obviously sensing that I’m no longer a threat to him, and I’m lifted from the pillow my face was smashed against as he fucks me into oblivion.
My back presses against his shirt-covered chest as his lips find my neck.
“Do you have any idea how good you look impaled on my cock? It’s almost like you were sent here just for me. For my pleasure.”
I’m too lost to the sparks firing off around my body and my impending explosion to reply. I just soak up his rough voice and help it feed my climb toward the mindless pleasure I really hope is coming.
“Fuck. Fuck,” he grunts in my ear, his fingers brushing over my stomach seconds before they find my swollen clit.
He pinches me hard as his cock swells inside me.
“Come for me, Hellion. I want to feel you milking my cock as I fill you.”
My head falls back against his shoulder as he pinches my clit once more and his cock jerks with his own release.
“Seeeeeb,” I cry as I fall, my entire body locking up as pleasure finally slams into me. My eyes close, my chin drops, and I swear to God that just for a second, I pass out as he holds my limp body up.
His arm bands around my waist as our heaving chests fight to drag in the air we need. Nothing is said as we enjoy the endorphins and aftershocks from our explosive collision.
His breath tickles over my neck, and my need to turn and capture his lips in that kiss he’s still withholding from me almost gets the better of me.
His cock softens, although not a lot, and all too soon he pulls out of my body.
The quiet, soft lover he was for barely a minute vanishes the second he presses his palm between my shoulder blades and shoves me forward, face-first into my pillow, my ass still in the air.
A violent shudder rips through me when he trails his finger through my hyper-sensitive pussy.
Dipping his digit inside me, he drags it through his cum before ripping it back out.
Using my hair to twist my head to the side, he trails his wet finger over my bottom lip, coating it in our joint release before he barks, “Open.”
Powerless but to do what he says after that mind-blowing release, my lips part, and he pushes his digit inside, allowing me to taste both of us as I lick it clean.
“So the princess can do as she’s told,” he mutters to himself before lowering the length of his body over mine, forcing my hips to the bed.
His entire freaking weight presses me into the mattress as the tip of his nose traces around my ear.
“I’ll be seeing you real soon, Hellion. Try to stay out of trouble.”
He drops a kiss to my cheek before his weight leaves me. I flip my head over so my freshly kissed cheek presses against the pillow and watch as he tucks himself back into his jeans and folds his belt into his hand.
Then, without so much as a glance back in my direction, he disappears out of my room and jogs down the stairs as if he didn’t just rock my fucking world and then leave me cold.
“Fuck,” I breathe, flipping onto my back as the evidence of his little visit drips from me. “Gross,” I hiss, I’m going to have to get up and have another shower.
* * *
“Good morning, sweetie,” Angie says when I shuffle into the kitchen the next morning.
My body aches, my ass cheek stings, and my eyes burn from lack of sleep. To put it bluntly, I feel and look like shit.