We’re wild, wholly consumed by passion.
My eyes drop to where our bodies join in the most intimate way, and I swear it’s like my soul is merging with hers.
I fist her long, blonde hair, wrapping her silky mane a few times before pulling her head back.
Our eyes meet.
“Who do you belong to?” I demand.
“Oh, God, Levi,” she pleads.
Slap.
“That’s not the answer I’m looking for,” I grunt.
Slap.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You,” she pants. “I belong to you.”
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I praise.
“Fuck me harder, Levi.”
That’s her answer?
I’m definitely keeping her.
I don’t hold back.
I pump in and out of her with an ever-increasing tempo. My hips work at a frantic pace, pumping deeper inside her with every punishing thrust.
Her back bows, and she lets out a long wail of pleasure.
I slide a hand around her waist and down her tummy until I find her clit.
“I fucking love your cock. I fucking need it. I fucking need you,” she exclaims, riding my fingers and cock faster and faster.
Not that I needed an incentive, but that’s my undoing.
With one hand, I clasp her hip to keep her in place, as I fuck her senseless.
Like a fool, I chant. “Yes, fuck. Yes, fuck. Yes, Jules.”
Somewhere past the overwhelming sound of my heartbeat, I hear Jules, chanting my name. The strong staccato pulses with which she clenches around me, milking everything she can from me, vibrate all the way down to my goddamn balls.
Jesus Christ.
I’m too far gone to allow her the courtesy of a respite.
I need to come.
I start moving at unprecedented speed and follow right behind her.
A primal, aching cry tears from my throat as my orgasm hits me like a meteorite hits earth.
“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit,” I gasp as my shouting fades enough to allow for words. “Fucking hell, I’m coming! Oh, Jules, baby,” I release my hot seed deep inside her, shouting loud enough to be heard in Hawaii.
