I need her to feel me, dammit, as long as I can stand being pressed lengthwise across her wetness.
That ends up being about ten seconds.
Grabbing the base of my cock, I reposition and sink down inside her, my jaw clenched so tight.
Goddamn.
Always so tight.
Always so divine.
Always my ruin.
Her mouth falls open when she feels me and her eyes widen, rolling like marbles.
She finally looks at me, reconciled to being taken like an animal in rut.
We’re doing shit I’ve never done with anybody else, fucking in the open.
I swear I’ll give her everything if it’s the last thing I do.
A memento.
A bittersweet regret.
A piece of my blackened soul.
It definitely makes me kiss her harder, swirling her tongue in mine.
I lead her around with my mouth in a frenzied tango, stealing her breath, resisting the insane effect her heat has on me as long as I can, holding my bare cock deep inside her.
Breaking the kiss, I push my forehead against hers.
Even that tiny patch of skin is hot and ready and aching to be mine.
“You feel fucking incredible,” I snarl. “I’m gonna miss the hell out of this pussy.”
My throat burns when I say it because it’s not everything I want to say.Baby, I’m gonna miss the hell out ofyou.
“Go,” she gasps, just like she knows, sliding her hips against mine, the fever taking her.
Her pussy slides up my dick, teasing me, begging me to claim her fast and hard and so deep I spill myself in her womb.
Wish. Fucking. Granted.
The chair creaks beneath us as I go to work, her hair fisted in my hands.
I thrust harder with every pump, shaking her more each time I bottom out, trying like hell to hold back the storm in my bones.
Fucking shit.
She’s wound so tight it only takes a few more strokes before she teethes her lip again, that strawberry pinkness disappearing in her mouth.
In one soft movement, she unravels me.
“Let it the fuck out,” I order. “Come for me, Delia. Let me know you want my come tonight, everything I’m gonna give you in spades.”
I double my strokes, grinding her clit, and she melts so deliciously.