Slowly, I sink down onto him.
I hover there, teasing him, lowering just enough to brush against him, letting the tip slide through my folds, coating him in my wetness, and his eyes roll back, a low, desperate growl rumbling from his chest.
“Jesus Christ,” he grits out, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples, sending a bolt of heat straight to my core. “You trying to kill me?”
“Yes,” I murmur, leaning forward, dragging my wet heat over his length, back and forth, slow and torturous, until he’s panting beneath me, muscles straining, cock twitching against me.
“Please,” he begs, fingers biting into my hips, his eyes dark and blazing. “For fuck’s sake, please get on my dick.”
Get on my dick…
No sweeter words have ever been uttered.
My breath catches, a thrill shooting down my spine, and I can’t wait any longer.
I sink down, inch by gloriously fat inch, taking him inside me, feeling his thick, pulsing cock stretch me wide, fill me up, until he’s buried to the hilt and I’m gasping, hands pressed against the headboard, head falling back as I try to adjust to the sheer size of him.
“Fuck,” Turner groans, his fingers flexing on my hips, his jaw tight, his chest heaving. “You feel so fucking good. So tight.”
Oh god…
Oh god…
I lift up, then slide back down, my thighs quivering as his cock drags against every sensitive spot inside me, hitting so deep I can barely breathe.
Turner’s hands leave my hips, sliding up my body, palms warm and rough as they cup my breasts, squeezing them, thumbs flicking over my nipples.
“I’m obsessed with these,” he growls, his jaw tight, his eyes blazing up at me. “Love watching them jiggle while you fuck yourself on my cock.”
His words…
Filthy.
Sexy.
Hot…
My breath comes out in a shaky rush, my hips rolling, grinding, chasing the friction, chasing the way his cock drags against that perfect, devastating spot inside me while his fingers knead and pluck them, loving the way his eyes are locked on my chest, so transfixed.
Lusting.
Desperate.
It sends pleasure straight to my core.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice a dark, filthy rasp, his eyes wild, his hips pumping up beneath me. “So fucking beautiful. All mine. All these perfect tits. All this sweet pussy. Mine.”
His dirty mouth moans loudly.
I groan, my second orgasm already vibrating through my spine. And then…when his mouth latches on to my nipple, I moan so loud there’s a knocking on the door…
The headboard hits the wall…
“Yes, yes…” I’m ready to snap when he smacks my ass, groaning right along with me.
More banging on the door. Drunken hollers.
Drunken laughing.
