Forehead pressed to mine, he asked, “You think you’ve got one more in you?”
A rush of air flew past my lips. “No, but I have a feeling you’ll find a way to make it happen anyway.”
“See? I knew you were smart.” I could hear the smile in his voice.
Fingers digging into my hips, he lifted me from his lap so that I hovered above his straining cock. He let the tip glide through me, and I hissed when it bumped against my clit.
His throaty chuckle met my ears. “I could play with you all night long and never tire of you.”
I whined, trying to sit on his cock. “Please. Don’t make me wait.”
Slowly, he impaled me until my ass rested on his impressive thighs.
“Christ,” he breathed. “I thought I imagined how fucking tight you were before.”
I tensed my core, and his grip on my hips grew punishing.
Those green eyes blazed, heating my blood, and through gritted teeth, he ordered, “Legs up.”
A scoff filled the air. “Think again, big guy. I can’t even feel my legs right now.”
I could tell he was losing control, but some small part of me wanted to unleash the animal lurking beneath the surface. The sex had been mind-blowing when he’d exhibited restraint, taking care of me before himself, so I could only imagine how much hotter it would get when he let loose.
Abandoning his hold on my hips, his hands worked in unison to prop my knees up so I was practically in a squatting position over his lap. Did he seriously think I had the strength to ride him like this?
He must have known the answer because his hands resumed their anchor position on my hips, lifting my body with ease before slamming me back down. My scream split the air, mixing with his guttural groan.
“Hold on, love, because it’s my turn now. I’m going to use your tight little cunt to get off, but don’t think I’m not taking you with me.”
I gaped at him. But before there was time to process the meaning of his words, my body was lifted and slammed down again. This position allowed him to glide me over his length with little to no resistance, my knee joints acting as a hinge. My torso sagged forward, my lips pressed against his shoulder.
He meant what he said; he was going to use my body to bring us both pleasure. After a few jarring slams, he ground me down against the base of his cock, the edge of it rubbing along my clit with how I was seated atop him. I moaned, powerless to stop the electric current zapping through me from head to toe.
As he shook me back and forth across his lap, he hit the perfect spots inside and out. It was a lethal combination that had me biting down on the skin I could reach with my teeth to stifle the near screams that rose from my throat as a third orgasm barreled toward me.
But nothing seemed to slow him down.
I was riding the edge of release when he threw me over, my body seizing in his arms. A grunt sounded near my ear, but my hearing faded with the force of my climax.
Suddenly, my weight was shifted, allowing my hips to hover a few inches above his pelvis. He bounced me on his cock, teasing the head as unending pleasure rolled over me like honey, thick and sweet.
Then, his fingers tightened to the point of pain, and we crashed together one last time. When he held me down, I felt his dick swell inside me as it began to pulse, and a roar breached my hazy hearing. A flash of fire seared along my neck, but I was too far gone to care.
Unsure of how long we sat there, locked together, I felt his arms loop around my waist, fingers teasing my overheated flesh as our breathing evened out.
One hand tangled in my hair, cradling the back of my head. Warm puffs of air fanned along my neck. “That one was so good you went silent at the end,” he mused.
“Did I?” I asked in a daze. “My hearing dropped out, so I have no clue.”
As reality crashed down that I’d not only slept with a stranger but brought him home, his chuckle lightened the mood, easing the panic before it rose to the surface.
“Leg numbness, temporary deafness . . . I really did a number on you, didn’t I?” he mused.
I snuggled into his embrace, loving how safe he made me feel even though I didn’t know him from Adam. But he’d found me in my moment of need and comforted me. I would never forget that, even after we parted ways.
“Don’t freak out, but I’m going to move us into the bathroom to clean up, okay?”
I nodded against his chest before strong arms lifted me, and we crossed the distance to the ensuite bathroom. He placed me onto the toilet—clearly no stranger to the needs of the female body post-coitus—while he dealt with the condom. With his back turned, I took in the tight muscles of his ass, biting my lip thinking about the power with which he’d just railed me.
