Page 19 of Nitro
She bucked against me, wild, caught between pain and ecstasy, and I praised her for it. “That’s my sweet girl. Obeying, opening, giving me everything.”
I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. My hips snapped and my thighs slapped, sweat flying. I bent over her, biting her shoulder, breathing her in—salt, heat, and pure possession. Her tight little body milked me like her pussy had been built to lock down on me and only me.
She felt so hot and silky wrapped around me.Fuck.So amazing. I’d never felt anything—oh shit. That was when the thought hit. I wasn’t wearing a condom. I was buried raw inside her, pumping deep, grinding where she needed it, and all I could think was how easy it would be to spill in her, knock her up, and make sure every damn man knew who she belonged to.
My hips slammed harder, deeper, feral now, my voice breaking low and filthy in her ear.
“You feel that? That’s me claiming you, baby. Filling you so deep you’ll never forget. Gonna fuck you full until you can’t even think of another man without dripping my come down your thighs.”
“Oh, Torin! Yes! Don’t stop!” Her strangled cry tore loose, her inner walls clamping like a vise, shivering on the edge of climax. I could feel it building, the moment she’d break.
Quickly, I withdrew and pulled her up, then spun her around and pushed her back down onto the bench before slamming back in, going deep enough for the tip of my dick to bump her cervix. An image of Jana flashed in my mind. Naked except for a special leather vest, her stomach swollen and round…fuck!
Her whole body went tight, trembling under me, and then she shattered—green eyes squeezing shut and freckles flushed dark against sweat-damp skin as her scream ripped raw out of her throat. The sound detonated what little control I had left.
“Jana! Oh fuck, baby! Fuck!” The roar tore from my chest, savage and guttural, as I drove into the base and held there. My cock jerked, pulsed, and spilled deep. Hot and endless, like everyounce of restraint I’d bottled up since the second she walked into my world had been waiting for this moment to erupt inside her.
I kept her pinned flat to the bench, my chest molded to her chest, breath ragged against her neck, hips grinding shallow to make sure she took all of it. Her slick heat clutched me like she never wanted to let go, and I didn’t fucking plan on giving her the chance.
“Mine,” I snarled into her ear, teeth scraping her damp skin. “Say it—fucking mine.”
“Yours,” she gasped, voice shaking, broken by aftershocks, and it only made me rut harder, slower, forcing every last drop as deep as it could go.
“That’s it,” I groaned, biting down on her shoulder while my hips rolled, my cock still twitching inside her. “Squeeze me dry. Take every drop, baby. Every. Fucking. Drop.”
She sagged beneath me, but her body kept milking me. Greedy, perfect, and branded from the inside out.
I didn’t pull out. Couldn’t yet. Instead, I grabbed her hips and shifted us, hauling her upright and settling her into my lap, making sure my cock stayed buried deep where it belonged. She straddled me on the bench, legs spread over my thighs, her skin slick and hot against mine.
My chest heaved against hers, every rough breath pulling in her scent—something sweet and tantalizing underneath gasoline and shop dust. She was flushed, and her pretty freckles stood out. Her hair was damp, strands of red sticking to her temples and down her neck. And her lips were parted, gasping, like she was still trying to catch up with what the hell had just happened.
My cock flexed, and she mewled, making me smirk as I whispered in her ear. “No one else gets this. No one. It’ll only ever be me buried this deep inside you.”
Her thighs slid against my jeans, soft skin scraping denim, and the angle forced her body wide open for me. I glanced downbetween us and nearly lost my sanity. She was swollen, slick, and still hugging my shaft like her pussy had decided it couldn't let me go yet. Our mixed come slid down my thighs, and the sight alone had a rumble vibrating low in my throat, my cock twitching as it started to harden again inside her.
“Look at you, baby,” I groaned. “Tight, swollen, dripping all over me. Swallowing my cock like it doesn’t want me to leave. This greedy pussy knows who it fucking belongs to.”
I cupped the back of her neck, pulled her forward, and crushed my mouth to hers. The kiss was filthy, tender, and desperate all at once—teeth clashing, lips sliding, both of us panting into each other. She tasted like the raw edge of surrender she’d just given me.
She matched me with short, desperate little gasps that spilled between us, nails biting into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks as her tongue tangled with mine. It was the kind of kiss that promised no matter how long I held her, it would never be enough.
And fuck if that didn’t make me kiss her harder.
Then she shifted in my lap restlessly, her thighs sliding against my jeans. The movement dragged her along my cock—already half-hard—and I swelled back to full thickness in seconds, blood pounding straight to the base until I was heavy, rigid, and straining inside her.
My hands bracketed her back, then slid down to cup her juicy ass, hauling her tighter against me. The angle drove me in even more, every inch of me seated inside the slick heat of my woman’s pussy. Her inner walls clenched down tight and unyielding, like a steel cable wrapped in velvet, squeezing so hard I saw a flash of white behind my eyes. Like a detonation cord burning straight through my skull.
My head tipped back, eyes squeezing shut as a guttural sound ripped out of my throat.
She gasped at the shift, the sound high and sharp, and when my hips rolled up again, my cock drove against a spot inside her that made her whole body shudder in my lap.
Every breath felt molten, dragging through lungs that couldn’t get enough air. My eyes opened, and I stared at Jana’s beautiful, ecstasy-filled face. Her freckles stood out in stark constellations against her flushed cheeks, glowing brighter with every rise and fall of her body. Strands of her red hair had come loose, sticking to her temples and floating around her face as she moved.
“Ride me, baby,” I demanded as I guided her movements, moving her harder, faster. “Move. Up and down. Good girl—let me watch those tits bounce while you fuck yourself on my cock.”
She rode me like she’d been born for it, thighs gripping, every downward thrust slamming me deeper and harder until her cries filled the bay, echoing off cinderblock and steel. Her tits danced, her nipples dragging across my chest, teasing and taunting me, driving me out of my mind.
I couldn’t resist the rosy tips. I ducked my head and caught one swollen peak in my mouth, sucking hard and rough, like I could drag sounds of her pleasure straight out of her chest. She gasped and arched into me, begging without words, and her whole body trembled around my cock, milking me deeper with every clench.
