“I know what you want,” she moans.
“Then give it to me, Bellissima.”
The sinful look in her eyes tightens my stomach. I want her riding my cock with those tits bouncing in front of my face.
That is what I want.
I reach for her, taking hold of her waist. She lifts her hips so I can line my cock up with her entrance.
Fucking hell, when I push into her, her tight little pussy grips my cock so tight I almost blow my load. We abandoned condoms a few hours ago, deciding to rely on her birth control. Nothing can describe how unreal the skin-to-skin contact inside her tight little cunt feels right now, and as she starts riding me, moving her hips up and down my cock, I wholeheartedly believe getting in trouble over this woman is worth this moment.
I’ll do it again and again, and I’ll continue until it kills me. It can consume and swallow me whole.
As I watch her tits bouncing in my face, I lick her nipples and suck on them when I can.
She moves faster, and my balls tighten. I don’t want to finish yet. I need more of her, and I want to take her. I tighten my grip on her waist and start to fuck her so hard she screams. She screams the pleasure from her gorgeous mouth and arches her back, pressing her tits right in my face. I take her right nipple into my mouth and pound hard into her delicious pussy, savoring the spasms that ripple from her passage over my cock.
I lose control and start rutting into her. Then, as I squeeze her ass, I remember how amazing it looks when I take her from behind. If this is the last time we do this before morning, I want that ass again.
I’ve managed to surprise her a handful of times now by switching up positions during sex while we’re in the height of pleasure. I discovered that it’s at those times I pleasure her the most. Just when she’s almost at her limit and I take it to the next level.
I hate thinking of her with other men, but I can tell she hasn’t experienced anything like me. That same look is on her face now as I stop mid-thrust and pick her up.
She sucks in a breath as I guide her to settle on her hands and knees, exactly the way I like fucking her. Paige glances over her shoulder at me, her pretty mouth forming the perfect pout that makes me imagine her lips around my cock. We haven’t done that yet. I don’t get women to suck me off. I make them beg for it, beg for me, ask for me. When she’s ready, I know she won’t be any different from the way she looks at my cock every chance she gets, so I’ll be patient knowing really good things come to those who wait.
I grab her hips and plunge back inside her, her slick, wet opening welcoming me into her body.
This position is everything for both of us. It feels too good, too fucking good. If I wanted to last, I should have gotten her to ride me for a little longer. As it is now, I know I won’t last, not when her ass is jiggling with every pound and her breasts bounce as I fuck her hard.
The echo of our bodies slapping together fills the room along with the scent of hot sex. Like the club, we’re in the wild fantasy. A wild, dark fantasy I’m sharing with this woman I’ve wanted for so long.
I want her now as I’m inside her. I want her so bad I ache. The need fuels my movements, and I drive home thundering into her until hot cum fills her passage. We both cry out from the impact of the scorching fire of reckless passion tearing through us. I hold on to her tight as I feel it cascade over me inside and out.
It drains me, making me realize I’m exhausted. She is too.
She’s breathing hard, and as I pull my cock out of her, she crumples down onto the sheet.
I smooth my hand over the flat planes of her stomach, and she turns to face me with droopy lids.
“Baby, are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” she answers.
I get up and grab some tissue from the bathroom to clean off my cock and the cum leaking down her thighs.
When I get rid of that, I climb back in bed with her and pull her close to my chest. She turns into me and runs her fingers over my skin while she continues to admire the artwork of my tattoos.
“Sleep, baby,” I tell her.
“I don’t want tonight to be over.” She shakes her head.
“It won’t be,” I promise. “In case you didn’t notice, I’m a little crazy about you.”
She smiles, and her green eyes twinkle. They look glassy with tears, and I try to see beyond the tiredness and into her soul.
“I’m crazy about you too, James.”
As I look at her lying in my arms, I feel the emotion coming from her. Everything I’ve done with her has held the same feeling to it. It scares me to think of it in its entirety because feelings like that can only lead to one thing. And we have plenty of hurdles to jump over.