Her lips part, and the most fucking incredible sound falls from them as she continues bouncing on me.
“Theo,” she moans, her hands lifting to her hair before they begin to skim down her body.
“Oh shit,” I grunt when she cups her breasts.
Her head rolls back in pleasure as she teases herself.
“Pinch your nipples, babe.” She does as she’s told, her pussy gushing around me almost immediately. “Christ.”
My fingers grip the sheet beneath me as the need to touch her, to flip her, to fuck her into the mattress until she doesn’t remember her name is almost too much to bear.
The speed of her movements increases, more erratic as she gets closer to her release.
“Play with your clit. Let me watch you come, Hellcat.”
“You’re not in charge here, Cirillo,” she gasps out. “Stop topping from the bottom.”
I hold my hands up in innocence.
“Fuck,” she hisses, skimming her hand down her belly and over her pussy that she exposed before impaling herself on me.
She moans the moment her fingertips connect with her clit, and her muscles lock down tightly around me.
“That feel good, babe?”
She rolls her hips over and over, allowing my cock to hit just the right spot inside her while she plays with herself.
Best. Fucking. Sight. Ever.
“You fucking wreck me, Emmie Cirillo.”
Her body quakes as I call her by my name and she falls headfirst into an intense release that forces her body to collapse on top of me.
Her cunt ripples around my cock, trying to milk my own release out of me, but I’m not ready yet.
I’m achingly aware that she might walk straight back out the second I’m done. And that’s not happening. Not yet, at least.
By the time she comes back to, her moment in charge is long fucking gone.
“Theo,” she moans, her back arching off the bed I flipped her onto while she was screaming out my name. I suck her hard nipple into my mouth, dragging my teeth over the sensitive skin.
She tugs against my hand that’s holding hers hostage above her head.
“My turn to play now, babe.”
I flick her nipple with the tip of my tongue, and her whole body shudders.
“Why don’t you like me touching you?” she asks as I kiss and nip across to her other breast, dragging the lace of her bodysuit away with my teeth.
“Now? I don’t give a fuck. But before,” I confess against her soft skin, “I was trying to do the right thing, and I knew that if you touched me, all bets would be off.”
I’m not sure what I expected her to make of that confession, but I sure didn’t envisage her throwing her head back with laughter.
“What?” I ask.
“N-nothing. Just you trying to do the right thing. See, told you that you were fun— ow,” she cries out when I sink my teeth into her sensitive flesh.
“I wanted you so fucking bad. Watching you blow me… fuck, babe. You have no idea. But if I fucked you, made you mine, then I knew you’d hate me.”