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“Yes ma’am.”
I’ve never been one for conversation while doing the deed, but I’m finding out that I’m not doing anything I normally would with her. And I fucking love it.
I take my time making love to Alyssa.
This time when her pussy clenches around me, I know it’s because of me. She’s so damn close—I can feel it. And when I look down, her eyes are closed, her lips are soft and swollen, and I’m more than ready to make her come.
More than ready to make her mine.
I push the hair out of her face, giving myself more of her to see. Her eyes flutter open when I cup her cheek, my thumb lightly stroking her soft skin. Our eyes locked, I slide out of her warmth before surging back into the hot, sweet pleasure of her.
“You’re mine now, sunshine,” I tell her.
The words have never been more accurate. The way I feel right now? It’s not infatuation. It’s not lust. It’s more than primal desire or need. It’s her, and I have no words to explain exactly what I’m feeling other than claiming possession of her.
She doesn’t seem to mind. In return, Alyssa wraps her legs around my waist, drawing me inside her even deeper. With us joined together, she focuses her gaze on mine.
“I’ve been yours since the very first night, Shane. That hasn’t changed. I doubt it will any time soon.”
I brace my fists on the pillow on both sides of her. “If I have my way, it won’t ever change.”
A smile plays at her lips. “Something tells me you usually get your way, so I’m not worried. After all, you are a Wellington.”
And you could be, too.
The thought is so shocking that it nearly stops me. Instead of examining where that crazy train of thought came from, I unleash all of my pent-up desire for Alyssa, sending slow right out the window. With frenzied fervor, I pull out then sink back into her again and again while her legs remain locked around me with an impenetrable grip. The deeper I thrust, the tighter she gets, and it’s not long before my dick swells, threatening to end this all too soon. So I force myself to still at her entrance, my breath ragged.
Alyssa’s hands come up and she grips my face, holding me close to hers. “I never knew it could be like this.”
I tell her the truth. “Neither did I.”
Her eyes fill with warmth at my words. Then she pushes against my chest. “On your back, Shane.”
My cock twitches inside her at her sudden take-charge attitude. It’s fucking hot, so I comply, rolling us with ease until I’m settled on my back, my hands resting on her tiny waist. She impales herself on my cock and rides me with long strides while I pump up into her warmth. We collide in the most intimate of places, the anticipation of this finally bubbling up and over.
Alyssa leans forward, placing her small hands on my chest, bracing herself while she rises and sinks down on my shaft in a sensual fashion.
Her breasts call to me. So I lift up, taking one into my mouth just as I slide my hand between us to circle her hard clit. She’s so wet with pleasure.
“God, you feel amazing,”
Alyssa’s cheeks flush, and I’m not sure if it’s from desire or exertion. She increases her tempo until she’s practically bouncing up and down on my cock. Not that I’m complaining. As I work her clit and make love to her breasts, I rock up into her, trying to match her pace and thrusting up as deep as I can. Her hands move to my shoulders as she braces herself, her eyes closing as pleasure starts to take over. Knowing she’s so close thrills me, and I have the sudden urge to make her come immediately.
“Sunshine,” I whisper, wanting her to open her eyes for me.
She doesn’t, so I grip her hips and hold her down against me, not allowing her to move. Her eyes pop open at the same time she whimpers.
“It’s been too long. I want to watch you come. Keep ’em open, baby.”
“You’re kind of bossy in the bedroom,” she purrs, but she complies by keeping her deep-brown eyes open and gazing down into my own.
My lips curl up into a half grin. “We’ve only scratched the surface of how bossy I can be.”
She leans forward, her hair tumbling all around her. “Less talking, more orgasming.”
“Now, who’s being bossy?” I tease, releasing her hips and thrusting up.
Our eyes remain locked as making love turns into frenzied fucking, both of us clearly ready to go over the edge of bliss. I drive harder, faster, until she’s no longer riding me, but rather holding on for the ride. It’s not until she falls forward, crying out with pleasure, her nails digging into my skin, that I grip her hips tight, and with one last squeeze of her pussy, I finally, thank fuck, spill into the condom. She collapses against me, her warm skin crushing mine as we ride out the waves of our pleasure.
