“Now lean back.” He tightened his hold around my waist and pushed a thigh between my legs, earning a sinful moan from my lips. “Let me see you stretch this beautiful body of yours.”
I sucked on my lower lip, loving the way his hard body felt against mine. He pressed harder with his thigh against my sex, and my eyes rolled closed.
Leisurely, I started to lean back. The more I bent backward, the more pressure his thick thigh applied between my legs. It felt so good, my core fluttered while my body craved more friction. More pleasure.
I let my arms fall to the side, and with a gentle tug, he pulled me up as he came down, taking a hard nipple in his mouth.
I whimpered and moaned as his tongue lapped and licked. Gently, he moved me up and down, rubbing me up against his thigh, never letting my nipple slip out of his mouth.
My hips started to join the rhythm, my body too eager, too hungry to find the crescendo of pleasure I knew waited for me.
“Your pussy is so wet, I can feel it coating my thigh.” His lips clasped over my other nipple, this time sucking harder, nipping with his teeth as he let it go. “You like working that pussy of yours against my leg?”
I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop rubbing against him, wanting so much more.
His hand flattened against my back, and he brought me back up, a rush of air escaping my lungs.
“Get on the bed. On your stomach.”
“Granite, I need—”
“Now.” With a violent jerk, he spun me around and pushed me on the bed, my body slamming against the mattress.
I flipped my hair over my shoulder, trying to look back when he grabbed my hips and pulled me down to the edge of the bed, my legs dangling off the side.
“I need you to spread those legs of yours, ballerina girl. All the way fucking open.”
I grabbed hold of the sheet, twisting it between my fingers while he pressed against my inner thighs, splitting my legs open as he pushed them on the bed. “Every fucking time I watched you split these legs, this is what I imagined. Having you face down, legs split, and pussy weeping for me.”
I pulled at the sheets. My eyes closed while my body hummed with so much sexual tension, I could feel it vibrating all the way to every goddamn bone.
His hands disappeared from my thighs, and when I glanced over my shoulder, I saw him standing straight, staring down, gripping his cock in the palm of his hand.
“Granite—”
“Shhhh. Let me enjoy this fucking moment.” Up and down he pumped his cock, taking his pleasure in his own hands.
I buried my face in the sheets, squirming on top of the bed. The thought of him pleasuring himself while watching me was intoxicating, and I moved my hips, rubbing myself against the mattress.
“Look at that,” he murmured. “My pretty ballerina’s pussy seems quite needy. How does that feel, grinding your cunt against the sheets?”
“Not as good as rubbing it against your thigh.” Breathless and completely possessed with lust, I lost control of myself. The moment was too intense, the air around us palpitating and exhilarating.
He slipped a finger through my cleft and inside me, twisting his hand as he filled me with a second digit. I cried out, pushing my hips back, wanting it deeper, fuller, faster.
“Soaking. Fucking. Wet,” he growled, pulling his fingers out of me, leaving me panting and my body aching.
“This is the most perfect split you’ve ever mastered, I swear to God.”
His palms grabbed my ass, and he plunged into me. It felt like he tore right through me, impaling me with his length and thick girth. Instinct made me want to close my legs, but he grabbed my thighs and kept them open for him. I pinched my eyes closed, his merciless thrusts making it feel like he was tearing me apart.
“Does it hurt?”
“Yes.” I let out a breath with heavy exhalation.
“Good.” He reared back before sinking back into me. “The sooner you get used to this position, the better.” He reached over my back and grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling my head back. “Because I think I prefer you like this, split open, soaking wet, with cries ripping from your throat.”
The more he delved into me, the more pleasure started to push through the pain.