Page 56 of The Trade

I slide off the bed, settling on my knees in front of him. My eager hands frantically tug at the waistband of his boxers, rushing to expose him to my hungry gaze. His solid arousal springs free, a sight that does nothing to curb my own desire.

I stare up at him, eyes locked as I wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft. When I lean forward to take him in my mouth, he lets out a low groan of pleasure from the back of his throat. Then his head drops back, hands tightly grasping the edge of the bed, trembling as I lick and suck from base to tip.

“So. Fucking. Good,” he pants, his fingers threading through my endless mess of sweat-damp curls.

The sound of his gravelly voice sends an achy pulse of need straight to my core. An involuntary hum of pleasure escapes my lips as I press my thighs together, the mix of pleasure and pain nearly unbearable.

His hips shoot off the edge of the bed, cock thrusting deeply into the back of my throat. “Fuuck.” He inches back, breathing heavily. “Sorry.”

In the next instant, he’s pulling me up from my knees, a soft pop echoing in the room as my lips leave him.

“What?” I ask, heart pounding.

He stares into my eyes, chest heaving as he says, “I need to be inside you.”

His rough hands grasp the back of my thighs again, lifting me in one swift movement. As soon as he gets us flipped around, I’m tossed like a weightless doll back onto the bed. His heavy torso twists, muscles heaving as he leans down to retrieve a condom from his pants pocket.

He carefully slides it onto his thick length, and my eyes are hooded, mouth watering at the sight.

“I want you,” I tell him impatiently.

He smirks, crawling forward until his cock is nestled right against my throbbing core.

“I want you back,” he says. His strong hands clasp around my wrists, pinning my arms above my head. Then he pushes inside me, the hard length of him sliding against my firm walls. “Oh God, baby. You feel so fucking good.”

I arch my hips off the bed as he thrusts slowly, deliberately inside me. The sweet friction, combined with a deeper angle, has me shuddering with pleasure.

He leans forward to brush his lips against mine. Our mouths touch, and tease, and lick, and suck until we’re both out of breath. He pulls back, groaning, as his fingers trail down the sides of my arms.

Cupping my breasts with both hands, he squeezes them gently, kneading them as he fucks into me.

“Your body drives me wild,” he rasps.

Bracing himself against the bed, he presses one hand into the mattress beside my head. His other hand trails down between our joined bodies, his thumb circling against my clit.

“Oh, God,” I gasp, wrapping my arms around him as another wave of pleasure hits me. With every deep thrust, my nails gently scrape against his back. And my hips, they rock against him, matching him thrust for thrust as he buries himself to the hilt.

“So . . . good,” I moan, biting down on his shoulder to stop from crying out. My fingertips trail down the sides of his biceps, pressing and squeezing into the hard muscle as I attempt to gain control.

“Yeah?” he asks, voice filled with gravel. “You like that?”

“Mhm.”

“Wrap your arms around my neck,” he instructs, his voice a seductive command. I comply without hesitation, looping my arms securely around him as he secures my legs around his waist, drawing me in closer.

In a swift and unexpected movement, our positions are switched. I’m straddling him now, the soft sheets of the bed beneath me. His strong hands on my hips anchor me in place.

“Is this okay?” His voice is ragged, raw with need, yet he pauses, waiting for my confirmation.

My nod comes quickly, the eagerness to proceed mirrored in his eyes. As soon as he sees it, he grasps my hips, hoisting me upward before plunging me back down on him, fucking me on his cock. He moves inside me in a rhythm that’s frantic yet controlled.

And though I’m on top, there’s no mistaking his dominance.

As our bodies mercilessly slap together, I lean forward until our mouths meet in a hungry kiss. It’s a wild mixture of tongues, lips, and teeth. Sloppy but so fucking good.

I lift up on my knees, slowing down the rhythm of our thrusts until I’m grinding against him, our hips undulating together in search of heated, unending friction.

He releases a deep groan against my mouth, and the sound of his pleasure pushes me right over the edge, my pussy spasming against his throbbing length. He’s still kissing me when he starts to come, his release spilling into the condom inside me.

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