“No.”
I give her clit a firmer stroke, angling my face so I can read her expression.
Her eyes flutter closed, and she widens her thighs for me.
“More?” I whisper.
She rubs her ass against me, and I grit my teeth. It feels so good it’s almost painful.
“Tell me, Kat. Tell me why you stayed.”
She blinks her eyes open, looks right at me, and doesn’t say a word.
I pull my hand from her pants, pretend not to see the disappointment in her gaze, until I grip the waistband of her pants, yank it down, and then pull her to her knees in front of the bed. My hand returns to her slick pussy.
“Aren,” she moans.
“Tell me, beautiful, and I’ll spread these pretty thighs and slide deep.”
She swallows. “You’ll do it anyway.”
I unzip my pants, shove them down, and rip her shirt off. And I tuck myself tight against her, my cock grazing her entrance as my hands cradle her hips. “I can hold myself right here, just like this.”
One roll of my hips and I’ll be inside her.
“Aren…”
I wrap one arm around her middle, and I inch forward. Her breath wheezes from her throat, and I swallow a groan as her pussy tightens around the head of my cock.
Breathing hard, I drop my head, resting my forehead on the back of her shoulder. “Tell me, and I’ll give us both what we need.” She feels so good, it’s fuckingkillingme not to push deeper into her.
“I don’t know,” she whispers. “I just knew I couldn’t leave.”
Keeping a tight hold on her hips, I ease myself out and slide inwards. I feel her body stretching and rippling, working hard to accept everything I’m giving her.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I groan.
Panting, I struggle to go slow, wanting to make it perfect for her.
“If you don’t fuck me like I need you to, I’m going to kill you,” she hisses, pushing back on me. I slide in another couple of inches, and my control snaps.
I have precious little of it around Kat, but her urging me to fuck her will smash it to pieces.
I nudge her forward and grip her wrists, pinning both to the bed. Using my hips to hold her, I thrust, withdraw, and thrust deeper until her body has swallowed every inch of me.
“Oh god,” she whimpers.
She’s fighting me, trying to break the grip I have on her wrists, her hips bucking back onto me.
It’s too damn much. Too damn perfect.
“Fuck, stop that, baby.”
She doesn’t stop. Her moans increase, and the scent of her arousal is driving me crazy.
With gritted teeth, I ride her until she’s slick around me.
When she’s coming apart, I give her more. I give her everything, and only then do I let myself fall.
