Page 94 of Home in the Country
His touch gentles as I come back to myself, my chest heaving from the exertion of obeying the man behind me.
“That’s one.”
“Whaaat?” My voice is shaky when I look over my shoulder at the absolutely ravenous look in his eyes.
“I told you, Princess. You have a lot of makin’ up to do.” He smirks as he undoes the buckle of his belt and shucks his pants off. “I’m collectin’ orgasms. Startin’ with yours.”
His hands find the lace of my thong, and he drags the soaked fabric down my legs at an excruciatingly slow pace.
There’s a crinkling sound somewhere behind me and then Otto’s hands are massaging my ass, and I’m so turned on again I can barely breathe.
“Hands on the headboard.”
My legs are jelly, but I manage to do as he asks before bowing my head in anticipation. There’s no amount of deep breathing to prepare me for the need radiating off him.
Otto’s breath in my ear makes me shiver as his chest ghosts over my back.
“I thought you wanted my cock in that greedy little pussy.”
His hand cups my breast through my dress, and I arch into him without thought.
“Makin’ me do all the work, Princess.” He fondles me while his other hand skates down my back and pushes me lower. “You just want me to spank you again, is that it?”
“God, that’s filthy.”
“You like it, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I want you hungry for my cock, Fallon. I want you pushing back, beggin’ me to fuck you.” He licks the shell of my ear as he pinches my nipple. “I like lookin’ at you like this, your ass pink from my hand with your dress hiked up around your waist.”
I moan; I can’t help it. His palm comes down against one cheek and then the other before he slams all the way inside me. The onslaught of pleasure is damn near euphoric and not nearly enough.
We both cry out, and he holds himself still for only a moment before he’s pulling out and thrusting so hard and so deep, I can’t do anything but hang on.
“Otto, oh my. I…” My hands grip the solid wood as his fingers dig into my hips.
The slapping sound of skin on skin snaps the last of my restraint, and I finally give in to the moment. I’m aware of everything—my dress exposing me, his breath on the back of my neck, the way my pussy clenches around him when he hits that spot inside me just right.
I’ve never felt more free than in this moment. Throwing my head back, I let go of the stress of the entire day and push my hips back to meet his.
Otto grunts and growls filthy promises that have my face heating and my body absolutely on fire.
“Harder,” I rasp. “Fuck me harder.”
He pistons into me with so much force my back bows in a way I had no idea I was capable.
“Yes! Oh, yes, don’t stop!”
I shatter, wholly and completely, and Otto follows right behind me, and it feels like he’s putting me back together—like I’m doing it to him too.
He collapses against my back and then rolls us to the side to lie on the bed.
“See what happens when you just communicate instead of runnin’ scared?”
“That was a hell of a lesson.” My walls squeeze around him still inside me, and he grunts before slowly pulling out.
“Don’t move.” He climbs out of bed, and I watch his perfect backside strut toward the bathroom. It’s really unfair how incredible he looks, but then I also can’t help the smile from spreading over my face when I think about the way he looks atme.
