Her eyes flip up to mine instantly, going wide right as her chest and neck go pink. She looks like a little rodeo doll down in front of me. She cries out around my cock, body shaking as she comes apart beneath me.
And I’m the lucky son of a bitch that gets to watch. It’s too much. I can’t wait any longer. My hands are under her arms, and I’m picking her up, kicking off my pants, bending her over, pushing her face first onto my bed.
She crawls up onto all fours, baring herself to me, whimpering desperately. “Rhett, please.”
I squeeze my cock hard in my fist, eyes glued to her pussy clenching and releasing with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“Fuck. Summer. Hang on. I need a condom.”
“No,” she whines. “I want it. I want you. Just you.” She glances at me over her shoulder, eyes wild and sparkly. I don’t think she means to, but her back arches, which pushes her ass out toward me.
“I’ve never not used a condom,” I say, licking my lips.
“I have an IUD. I’m clean.”
My hands are on her ass, rubbing. Spreading. Back to shaking just a bit. My cock throbs like it never has before, and my bed puts her at the perfect height to slide into.
“Are you sure, Summer?” I ask, slipping two fingers into her dripping pussy.
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, rocking her hips back toward me.
I groan and notch the thick head of my cock against her.
“More.” Her slender fingers grip the sheets. She doesn’t move, but she’s begging me to.
I wrap my hands around her hips and push into her slowly, carefully. She always feels so small, and looking down, watching the way her body stretches to take me, just drives that fact home.
“Fuck,” she breathes out. “That feels. ..”
“Incredible,” I finish, savoring the feel of being bare inside her as I seat myself to the hilt. Skin on skin. Memorizing every pulse, every twitch and flutter. It’s other-fucking-worldly.
“Again.”
“Princess, I need a second. You should see how you look from here.”
“Tell me.” She wiggles against me, peeking over her shoulder again. Flushed cheeks, wisps of hair on her temples. A hungry gleam in her eye. I feel her pussy clamp down on my cock when she says, “Tell me how I look.”
I growl, sliding one hand up her back, pressing her down onto the bed while the other hand grabs the back strap of her chaps and hikes her ass up, positioning her how I want her.
I pull out and thrust back in. “You look perfect.”
“More.”
I pump in and out of her, letting one hand trail down her spine. “I love this indent down your back. And this ass.” I squeeze hard, gripping it and letting go, watching the white fingerprints turn pink and smiling when she wiggles it at me again. I give her one firm slap and hear the breath whoosh out of her lungs.
I reach between us and rub a finger against her pussy where it hugs my cock. A shiver races down her spine as I do. “You look like you were born to take my cock.”
She moans. “Jesus, I love it when you say shit like that.”
I smile victoriously and slam into her, watching her body shake with the force of my thrust. “Princess, you look like you were made for me.”
Her voice is hushed when she responds. But I catch it all the same.
“I feel like I was made for you.”
That’s all it takes for me to unleash. I grip the leather strap around her waist with one hand, her ass with my other, and fuck her like she was made for me.
She doesn’t crumble. She meets every stroke, arching her back and pushing in for more. Letting me take her farther, deeper, than I ever have.
Perspiration trickles down my temple, and her moans turn into screams. “You’re going to take it, Summer. Take every fucking inch. And you’re going to scream my name when you come.”
Like it was a command, I feel her body shake and buck beneath me.
And when she screams my name as I spill myself inside her, surge after surge, I’m hit with a realization that sends me reeling.
Summer wasn’t just made for me.
She’s it for me.