Page 98 of See Me

With her feet braced on my shoulders, her hips come off the table as she grinds on my face. She tries to find purchase on the wood surface, but with nothing to grab, she reaches for my head. I crouch down out of her reach just to watch her lose control. With nothing to ground her, she moans, scratching her own flesh, eyes squeezing shut.

I have half a mind to edge her, but I don’t think she can handle that right now. So I bite down on her clit as I spread mythree fingers and scrape them along her front wall, massaging her G-spot. The noises she releases are nothing short of feral.

Her insides pulse as she grips my fingers tight, and I thrash my tongue through the crest of her pleasure, proof of her orgasm dripping off my chin. When her hips land on the table, body shaking, I pet her clit with soft licks to summon a few more quakes.

Wiping my hand across my mouth, I stand to lean over her still shaking form and start a trail of kisses across her soft middle up to her mouth as my cock lines up with her dripping wet pussy. I palm her tits as I claim her mouth.

“Don’t you taste good?”

Ella slides her tongue along mine then pulls back to lick my chin and lips. I growl and grip her hips, burying my bare cock in her pussy.

“Fuck. What are you doing to me?” I’ve never been this addicted to a feeling before. And the fact that that feeling isn't my physical pleasure scares the shit out of me.

I stand fully, spreading her legs wide, watching my cock claim her. Slamming in and pulling back slowly, over and over again, loving the moans on her exhale as I fully bury myself, but not able to stop the slow drag out as my eyes dance along her skin.

She tries to grip my hips with her legs to urge my pace—a move she’s used successfully before—reaching for anything to give her leverage.

“Hands over your head.”

Her heated gaze meets mine, and she slowly lifts her arms over head.

“Turn and look out the window.” She drags her eyes away from my face and slowly turns her head to look. “You see all those lights on in that building across the way? They can all see you.” Her eyes drift shut, and she bites her bottom lip until itblanches white, as her pussy tightens around the slow drag of my cock. “They can see my cock buried in you.” I slam my dick in until she screams, letting her bask in the fantasy.

The symphony of moans from Ella overshadows the dishes rattling on the table. Even the crash of wine glasses shattering on the floor can’t drag my attention away from the glistening sheen of sweat on her skin to the faint pink tinting her flesh. The exquisite shade of pure lust and pleasure paints every inch of her. My new favorite color. As much as I want to watch my cock thrust in and out of her sweet little cunt, I can’t pull my eyes away from her face.

I’m so fucked.

The pad of my thumb circles her clit as my cock hammers her with violent strokes. Punishing her body for fucking with my head. A head that was fucked up long before she came along and was perfectly content its state offuckedupedness.

Grabbing her behind the knees, I drag her body toward me until her ass hangs off the edge of the table, and I grip the back of her neck to pull her torso up until her chest touches mine. Angling her head down, I grit out between clenched teeth, “Watch.”

She forces her head up, and her deep blue eyes meet mine, studying me between the blows to her body. The result is the opposite of what I need. My chest aches when I see uncertainty flash in her eyes.

I push her head back down. “Watch me claim you.”

Her eyes dip to where I’m buried to the hilt, and she bites her lip as she rocks her hips to absorb my assault. When her gaze slides back to my face, the fear vanishes, replaced with a boldness I’ve seen before. One that usually precedes her, unleashing the depths of her fiery nature she tries to hide.

Her lips quirk into a grin. “Is that what you want? To claim me?”

My hand snakes around her neck, and I bring my face within an inch of hers.

I already did.

You’re already mine.

“Just your pussy, Princess.” I squeeze the sides of her neck until her mouth falls open. “And your mouth.” Leaning in, I run my tongue along her bottom lip before claiming her mouth.

“Is that all you want?” I push her back to the table with a hand in the middle of her chest.

“It’s all I need.”

Liar.

She grips my wrist of the hand holding her down and slides it around her throat. “No, it’s not.” Putting pressure on my hand to squeeze the sides of her own neck. “You need to control.”

I growl and fuck her so hard the table screeches on the floor with every thrust, hand squeezing more than it should. When I see a small smile on her lips, I pull out, flipping her over and pinning her to the table, my front to her back.

“You just showed me your hand, Russo.”

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