Page 112 of Fighting the Pull

And he went at me. So rough and hungry, it was like the night before didn’t happen and he hadn’t tasted pussy in decades.

He ate me so thoroughly, I thought he’d make me come with his mouth, but he didn’t.

When I wasthis close, he slid me down him, pushed up to resting against his headboard, and ordered, “Get a condom.”

I reached for it, he took it from me, put it on, then grasped my hips, shifting them, until he impaled me.

Full of Hale, my eyes closed, and my head fell back.

“Look at me while you ride me,” he ordered.

I righted my head and opened my eyes, seeing both of his arms were up over his head, his fingers curled over the top of the upholstered panels that ran along the wall behind his bed and acted as a headboard.

God,God, he was beautiful.

I watched him as I rode him, and it seemed less that his hands were above his head, giving me a show, and more that I was on display for him.

I liked it. I was getting off on it. I was getting off on being that for him, how he showed how much he enjoyed it.

“Take off your nightie,” he demanded.

I did as told.

“Faster, baby, I wanna watch those pretty tits bounce.”

Oh God.

I went faster.

“Faster,” he commanded. “Show me how hard you can fuck me.”

God.

I went even faster.

“That’s it, baby, fuck yeah,” he groaned, his gaze devouring me. “Show off for me, Elsa, pull your hair up at the back, keep your hands there.”

Why was this so hot?

I did what he asked, performing for him.

“Hale, I’m going to come, handsome,” I warned him.

“Do it,” he grunted.

I did, arching into it, my hands dropping back so I could hold onto his thighs as I ground into him and came.

I hadn’t yet recovered when I found myself on my back. I opened my eyes and saw Hale straddling my hips. The condom was gone, and he was handling himself, eyes on my body. Finally, he gritted his teeth, a muscle jumping up his jaw, and I got to watch as he came all over me.

Glorious.

I trembled before him.

I trembled more when he watched with fascination as he rubbed his cum up my belly, cupping my breasts and massaging them.

“Hale,” I whispered.

His gaze went from my breasts to my face.

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