I shift my hands to her bottom and take over. Hoisting her up ever so slowly until my tip drags against her folds before letting her drop. “Yes,” she groans. “Give me that big cock of yours.”
I swear my cock swells inside her because of her naughty words.
Her skin flushes pink, her eyes dilate to a rich, deep hue. But I know exactly how to take her over the edge. On the next drop, I stand and hold her in place while I move a few feet across the room. Then I lift her off me, flip and position her on all fours, and with her tight ass in the air, drive into her from behind.
She screams.
I do it again, thrusting forward so hard her body slides forward. Again. And again.
Her squeals and moans tell me she loves it. Her quivering body beneath me tells me she’s close. But I’m far from done.
On the next slam forward, I use my weight to pin her flush to the floor. Flexing my hips, I pound into her, driving her down into the carpet with each thrust.
She slams her palm into the floor. “Yes. More. Yes. More.”
“Sh. I won’t be finishing until you take every blessed inch of me.”
Her body shudders beneath me, proof she’s loving the idea as much as I am.
I roll my hips, feeling her walls tighten around me, pulling me deeper. Milking me. Did shagging ever feel this good? Because I don’t think so. She’s sexy as all feck, her tight channel warm around me, head turned with her cheek pressed into the carpet. Pure bliss in every sound she makes. Her filthy talk from earlier plays around in me imagination like porn on replay. Jaysus, I love the fire in her. What I’d give to see her face as I take her over the edge.
My balls clench tightly.
I should leave well enough be. Less personal this way. Less intimate.Don’t be an eejit.
“Deeper, Finn. I’m almost there.”
“Hold up,” I hear myself saying. I withdraw, ignoring her protests, then flip her onto her back, climb over her body, and push back inside, slipping my hand between us to caress her clit.
My pace is slow, my focus on her every sigh, every moan, every quiver. Watching her like this stirs up something foreign within me. I feel everything in a rush of emotion. How I’d like to keep her this way for days, pinned beneath me and gasping my name. How beautiful she is. How she fits my body, tailor-made. How she fitsme.
Her hips arch. Close. She’s close.
“I want all of you,” I grind out, “all the time.”
She goes off like a firecracker, shifting wildly beneath me and moaning into my neck. My lips turn to hers in a hungry kiss as I fuck her through her orgasm, then I lift my head and shout my own release. My body shakes as it goes on and on, violent and beautiful and far beyond anything I’ve felt before.
She goes limp beneath me, and I’m brought back from the aftermath of our lovemaking.
Wait ... what the effin’ hell? Lovemaking?
Jaysus, what did I say to her?Lovemaking. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Did I say the L-word?
My thoughts run circles trying to remember. Like a dog chasing its tail—and the impossible.
I don’t dare move. Or look at her. Not until I get my shite together.
Her body vibrates beneath me. It takes me a moment to realize she’s laughing. “Holy fuck, Finn.”
“Am I hurting you?” I pretend to misunderstand. Before she spies the confusion written all over me bleedin’ face, I’m on my feet and headed to the bathroom.
Dodge and evade.
Inside, I toss the condom into the rubbish bin. Wishing I could remember the rubbish that came out of me mouth. First time in seven months I shag a wan and I’m telling her what?
I want all of you.
Fate is total bollocks, isn’t it? I must be mad. Lust drunk. With a death wish.
