Crawling on top of me, he kisses my mouth, and I feel him pulling the hammer away from my hip. It hits the floor with a loud thud. His warm breath tickles my skin a second before he bites and kisses his way down my body, alternating between hard andsoft until my mind is frenzied. Then he flips me over onto my belly.
I prop up on all fours and wiggle my ass.
“God help me, woman.” The bed dips as he moves. The sound of his buckle clanking makes me giddy. The man teases me like torture is his favorite thing. Licking my ass. Biting my skin. Fingering my pussy. He pushes all my buttons, one-by-one, until I’m practically begging him to fuck me.
“Tell me you want this.”
“I want you,” I say, looking over my shoulder at him. “Badly.”
His hand slides up my ass in a graceful sweep and then he grips the tool belt. “Tell me to stop if I’m too hard on you.”
Wiggling my ass again, enticing him to take what he clearly is desperate to have, I rock back into him the instant he presses the head of his cock against my pussy. Slowly impaling myself on him, we both groan once he’s completely in. I’m so full and stretched, it stings a little.
I love it.
Dean’s thrusts are slow. Deliberate.
“More.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, Grace. We didn’t work up to this.”
“Tell that to my soaked cunt.”
“Damn, you got a mouth on you.”
“You should fuck that next, big boy.”
He growls, the rumble shooting more heat through my body as his pace quickens. Holding me by the tool belt, Dean rails me until I’m sliding halfway up the mattress. I end up holding onto the headboard as it slams against the wall.
Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham!
Oscar trots in to see what we’re up to.
“Go, girl,” we both say at the same time.
She turns and leaves while I’m gasping for air. Before long, I’m sweating and my heart’s galloping hard in my chest. He’s fucking me like if he can break me, he’ll win a prize. It’s incredible.
“I’m close.”
He reaches around and pinches my clit. “You’re not coming yet.”
Why is he torturing me? “I hate you.”
“No, you fucking don’t.”
Our bodies slap together. I’m seeing stars.
Dean smacks my ass. I cry out. He smacks me again. My pussy clenches on his dick. Every action has a response. It’s addicting. This is like a vicious, warp-speed way of learning how to please each other.
“Fuuuck. Your pussy grip is gonna kill me, Grace.” He hauls me onto my knees, just to wrap his hand around my throat. Hands down, it’s the best necklace I’ve ever worn. The headboard keeps smashing into the wall and the bed is squeaking something fierce.
I’m in ecstasy.
When Dean applies pressure to my neck, my orgasm rises out of me like a volcanic eruption. I scream his name as my climax hits and my vision winks out for a second. He doesn’t relent even after I’m gasping for relief. My whole body is a live wire, zapping and buzzing with adrenaline.
“Where do you want it?” he asks, his voice a deep rasp from exertion.
“All over my ass.”
