“There’s my good girl,” he whispers in my ear. “But we’re still not done, angel.”
I can’t even argue with him. I can’t tell him that I can’t take any more because I’m about to slip into blissful unconsciousness. He pulls his cock out of me and a torrent of cum comes with it, making an audible splat on the canvas.
“Fuck, Jessie. You know that’s still all you, right?” he chuckles.
I’m vaguely aware of him moving away from me because the cool air rushes over my body when he does, making me shiver uncontrollably. Then I feel his warm arms around me from behind, and his chest pressed against my back. He must have climbed out of the ring.
“Let’s get you out of here, angel,” he whispers in my ear as he frees my arms from the ropes before he does the same to my legs. When I’m loose he scoops me into his arms.
“Are you finally taking me to bed to have your way with me?” I murmur as my senses start returning.
“Nope,” he chuckles softly. “I got everything I need to have my way with you right here.”
I open my eyes and stare into his handsome face. What the hell is he planning on doing now?
I find out a second later when he walks us to the weight bench and sits me on it.
“Lie on your front, Jessie.”
I blink up at him.
“That wasn’t a suggestion, angel,” he growls. “I told you I wasn’t done with you. Now lie down.”
I swallow hard. Damn, he’s so hot when he’s bossy. “This bench is kinda small to lie on,” I protest as I spin around and do as he asks. Pressing my face against the cool leather.
“It’s big enough,” he chuckles as he takes hold of my hips and pulls me toward him. Sliding me further down the bench, he positions me so that my ass is hanging off the edge before he pushes my legs either side and I have to rest my knees on the floor. The result of which leaves me once again spread wide open for him.
“Perfect,” he says as he drops to his knees behind me.
He brushes his fingers over my sensitive folds and I whimper.
“Feeling a little tender, angel?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“That’s okay,” he chuckles as he rubs some of my cum over my asshole. “I want your ass now anyway. You come so hard for me when I fuck you here.”
I gasp out loud when his tongue sweeps over me too, instinctively clenching my thighs together and meeting the resistance of the bench.
“Conor,” I squeak but he is undeterred and when I start wriggling he takes hold of my wrists and pins them behind my back.
“Stay still or I will set you free and chase you through this goddamn apartment, Jessie,” he warns. “And when I catch you…” He doesn’t need to finish that sentence.
I stop wriggling. Being chased by Conor is hot — and high on my list of favorite activities, but right now I’m too spent and he knows it. I don’t think I could run if the gym was on fire. So instead I relax against the bench and focus on his warm soft tongue as he licks and sucks my sensitive skin. When he’s starts to trail kisses over my ass cheeks and along my back, I feel his cock nudging at my pussy again and I moan softly.
“I just need a little lube, angel,” he groans softly as he pushes inside me. Everything burns but it feels so good too. I love a little pain with my pleasure.
“Conor,” I gasp as I squeeze around him, trying to keep him inside me even as he pulls out.
“If I fuck your pussy again, you’re gonna end up sore, and then my brothers will never forgive me,” he chuckles darkly.
“Spoilsport,” I grumble, but I love that he knows my limits. I would let this man do anything to my body even if I knew I was going to regret it later.
“You’re fucking insatiable,” he growls as he sinks his thick cock into my ass. His earlier teasing there has me ready for him and he slides in almost all the way. My pussy is so tender that it throbs as he slowly fucks my ass. I feel him everywhere.
“Conor,” I whimper.
“You’re so fucking tight like this,” he hisses as he grabs onto my ass cheek with one hand while he goes on holding my wrists with the other.