“See what you do to me?”
I ease my hand between us, teasing the planes along his abdomen until I reach his swollen tip dripping his desire for me. Swiping the pre-cum that’s beaded up in anticipation with my finger, I bring it to my lips, holding his eager eyes, and suck off exactly what I did to him.
He groans, tortured, his eyes closing. “I can’t wait any longer.”
Thank goodness. I take him in my hand, not needing to be told twice, and guide his hardened length to my awaiting entrance.
No cicadas are out like the first time. Instead, our gasps and moans are the only sounds that echo in the open air when he pushes into me. This time he’s slow, with leisurely strokes, not because he’s scared to hurt me, but because he’s savoring the moment. This time, his thrusts are smooth and unhurried. This time, he’s making love to me under these stars.
He thrusts in gently, deep, pressing up against the rippled flesh that holds the key to my explosive orgasm. My whimpers fill the air, encouraging him to a more hurried pace until we are back to our normal hard, punishing rhythm.
“I’m so sorry. I wanted to go slow but this pussy…”
Another hard push steals my breath as he slings my knee over his flexing shoulder. My back is screaming as it takes grueling hits on the ground.
“This pussy… fucking owns me.”
Sometimes, ladies, this is as good as you’re going to get with the compliments from your man. Don’t take it personally. He means well. And if you really think about it, he’s saying I own him—or my pussy does. But that bitch belongs to me. I own his ass at this moment, and if that doesn’t make you feel all sorts of powerful I don’t know what will.
I grip his hips and try to flip him. He’s stronger than me but realizes what I need and rolls over to his back, giving me control. Straddling his hips, I spear myself onto him as I pound the air from his lungs.
“Damn right, I do,” I agree, taking my ownership a step further.
I am going to ride this man like he’s the last train to Hogwarts.
“Tell me, Von Bremen, do you like to scream?”
The wicked gleam in his eyes is my undoing. My rhythm falters when he sits up, his hands on my hips, controlling me now.
“No, but I love the sound of yours.”
Pushing me to my limit, he impales me, over and over, reaching that coveted spot that leads me to orgasmic bliss. Over and over, we growl and grunt, promises and threats.
“You’ll never fuck another man.”
“I’ll bury a bitch that looks at you with more than a glare.”
“I’ll kill Cade if he touches you.”
“You’re mine, Von Bremen.”
We come together in chaos, our bodies uncoordinated as we attempt to crawl inside each other, further marking each other for any other.
This time, there’s no going back.
