“Fuck, I can’t go slow if you’re going to do that, Regan,” I warn.
“So don’t.”
“No, it’ll hurt you.”
“I expect that. Iwantthat. Make me never forget you,” she says, her voice low and wicked. “And try not to fall in love with me while you’re doing it.”
I chuckle. “Not a problem, darling,” I growl.
I drag my cock all the way out, letting it glide across her ass before thrusting back into her in one swift, deep motion. I bottom out again, groaning as she moans, and her body grips me like she doesn’t want to let go.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I growl. “Squeeze me with that cunt.”
“Choke me,” she says suddenly, her voice sharp and clear.
I still for a moment inside of her, unsure I heard her right. “What?”
She tosses her hair over her shoulder and gives me a look that says she knows I heard her the first time. “Choke. Me. Hayes.”
I don’t hesitate the second time she says it. My hand wraps around her hair, pulling her upright until her back is flush against my chest and we’re both kneeling on the bed. One hand slides to her throat, pressing gently, while the other cups her breast, kneading the soft flesh.??
Her pulse hammers against my palm as I pull back with my hips, teasing her with shallower thrusts now. Then I drive into her harder, rougher and squeeze her throat each time I bottom out.
“Harder,” she gasps, her voice strained.
I tighten my grip again, feeling her body tense under my touch as her cheeks flush from the loss of air.
“Fuck, you’re—dammit, you’re pulling me in,” I growl, my rhythm faltering for a second because she’s squeezing me so tight it’s like each thrust her pussy is suctioning me inward.
“Yes,” she moans, her voice raw. “Do it again.”
I tighten my hold around her throat, feeling the way her body responds to each squeeze, and thrust into her harder, her pussy clenching me like a vice.
“More,” she whispers, her voice breathy and desperate.
I pick up the pace, my thrusts hard and relentless as I pulse inside her. Every time I squeeze her throat, her pussy squeezes me back, and it’s taking everything I have not to lose control.
“Fuck, I need to slow down,” I admit, my voice hoarse.
“I thought this wasn’t your first rodeo,” she gasps out, her swollen lips curving into a smirk even as she struggles for breath.
I still inside her. My grip tightens to a strength I’ve never used before on a woman and my other hand slides to her ass, pullingback before I spank her harder than I probably should. Her pussy clamps down on my cock in response, and she cries out.
“Yes!”
And that’s all the permission I need.
I keep going, spanking, choking, and thrusting, pushing her to the edge repeatedly. Her body trembles beneath me, and then she goes rigid, her head falling back as she screams my name when I release her throat. Her orgasm crashes through her, her muscles clenching and pulsing around me as I lose myself completely in the moment. I black out, fucking into her with all my might. My movements are sloppy, I’m sure I’m the most uncoordinated I’ve ever been but I don’t care.
“Fuck, Regan,” I groan, my voice breaking as I unload into her. The force of my release leaves me shaking, my body tingling as waves of pleasure surge through me. Her pussy milks me for everything I have, each contraction pulling me deeper into a blissful oblivion I don’t want to leave.
By the time I’m spent, she’s collapsed forward, her body limp and glowing as she breathes heavily against the mattress. I watch as she sprawls out, utterly wrecked and absolutely perfect. For a second I wonder if I should check her pulse but then a smirk crosses her lips, and she lets out a soft, little, content sigh.
I look down at the condom that’s still covering my cock and notice just how full it is. I swear I’ve never blown that much in my life. That’s one hell of a one-night stand.
I rock back onto my ass, staring at the ceiling for a second to catch my breath. My chest is still rising and falling, sweat cooling on my skin as I let the bedsheets calm me down. After a beat, I push myself up, toss the condom in the trash, and head to the bathroom to grab a washcloth. When I return, she’s still sprawled out on the bed, face buried in the pillow, ass up in theair like she’s too exhausted to move. I like that. Hell, Icausedthat, and I’ll do it again tonight if she’ll let me.
Sliding between her legs, I clean her up gently before chucking the washcloth across the room with a satisfying thud and collapsing beside her. Aftercare isn’t usually my thing but after what we just did, I think Regan needed that more than any other woman I’ve ever slept with.
