Page 97 of A Vine Mess
Tentative at first, slow, back-arching rolls of her hips that had me withdrawing only slightly before pushing back in. She leaned back and placed her palms on my thighs, shifting onto the balls of her feet so she could bounce.
I’d be damned if it wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Her pussy spread open, pink and swollen, my cock disappearing inside her with each downward shift. Her skin flushed and glowing, her eyes open but slitted, like she wanted to watch but wanted to savor it all too.
And that fucking hat. I’d never be able to look at a cowboy hat the same again, not after this. I’d forever remember her moving over me, undulating her hips, resting her hands on my chest instead of my legs for a different angle—one that had her clit rubbing against me.
Across the room, I caught sight of us in the giant mirror that rested on the floor near the closet. She was gorgeous from every angle, but seeing her from the back, writhing on my cock, her tattoos waving as she moved—I think it unlocked a kink I didn’t know I had.
Reaching up, I pinched her nipples between my fingers, tweaking one of those piercings in a way that had her crying out.
“Sensitive, are we?” I chuckled.
“I need more,” was all she said.
Without giving either of us time to think, I sat upright, lifted her off of me, and scrambled around behind her, shoving home forcefully. Now, we faced the mirror, and I grinned at the blissed out expression Ella wore.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped, head dropping forward, that hatfinally falling off.
Unceremoniously, I picked it up and flung it across the room. After all, as she’d so helpfully reminded me earlier, itwasWest’s hat, and the only man allowed in bed with my girl wasme.
“That better, baby?” I asked, punctuating the words with a thrust that sent her ass rippling.Fuck. I’d fantasized about it so many times, but my imagination could never have done it justice.
Ella made some unintelligible sound, but nowIwas the one who needed more.
Gripping her upper arms, I pulled her backward, her spine arching, head falling against my shoulder.
Ella swore, squeezing her eyes shut, mouth popped open. “So fucking deep.”
“Open your eyes, baby,” I commanded. “Watch us.”
Her eyes flew open, locking on mine in the mirror.
“Arms around my neck,” I instructed. “And hold on.”
“Or what?”
“You let go, I stop. Understood?”
“Yes, daddy,” she quipped.
I blinked slowly, skin tightening as Ella gauged my reaction.
“Liam?” she asked, her blissed out expression morphing to concern and…embarrassment? “Sorry, it slipped. It won’t—”
Against her ear, I murmured, “Say it again.”
Before she could, her arms came up around my neck like I’d asked, and my fingers slipped between her legs, thrumming her clit.
“Say it again,” I repeated, damn near growling at her. “Tell me how that feels.”
“It feels—” she gasped. “Sooooogood, daddy.”
“Goddamnit, Ella,” I gritted out. “How do you keep getting better?”
She huffed out a laugh. “I could ask you the same thing.”
I bucked my hips into her, and her fingers tightened at my nape, tugging on my hair, nails digging into my flesh.
“Remember what I told you.”
