Sweat drips down her chest, the rivulets traveling between her breasts and disappearing from view.
Nessa tries to turn but I grab her wrists and place them on the bag in front of her.
“Don’t move,” I say, dipping my head so my mouth grazes her ear, causing a shudder to rip through her.
The slope of her back to the perfect roundness of her ass has me ripping my shirt over my head in one fluid motion, and over her shoulder, her eyes are locked on mine as she waits for me.
“I want you just like that, Nessa. I want to pull your bra up and panties down and fuck you until you’re begging me to come. Do you want that?”
“Yes,” she whispers as she pushes her ass back in an adorable little wiggle.
“I knew you would.”
Gripping her hips, I pull her back until she’s stretched out for me, her back arched and her ass a fucking offering as her palms lay flat on the bag.
“You look like a fucking dream, Nessa.” My palm comes down hard against one luscious cheek, and she cries out before pushing back for more. “I love how much you want it.” I spank the other side and she arches more, pushing her breasts out. “I love how greedy you are for me.”
“Shit, Jensen,yes.” The words are panted, her body strung tight from her workout and now being teased and tormented and aching for release.
Gripping the back of her spandex, I rip the fabric down to her thighs with her panties in one shot. The globes of her ass are round and full and barely pink from my hand. My dick pulses at the notion and I let my palm spank each cheek as she gasps and moans before reaching forward and pulling her bra up over her tits.
“Jensen.”
“You have no idea how sinful you look right now all stretched out for me like a feast. Gorgeous.” Nessa whimpers as I cup one breast and pinch the other nipple between my fingers as I rock my denim-covered erection against her ass. “So fucking good doing what you’re told, aren’t you?” Her lips part and I know she wants to fight me on it, but I can tell the moment she decides she wants me to fuck her more as she dips her head.
“Only for you,” she concedes, and what’s left of my restraint snaps.
“I know how much you hate to admit that.” One hand slides down her body while the other works open my jeans. “But good girls get rewarded, don’t they, Nessa?” My fingers work her clit, barely dipping inside her and driving us both out of our minds.
“I need your cock, Jensen, I?—”
My palm comes down hard on her ass before gripping and kneading the flesh, making her writhe and curse.
“I need you good and wet for me, Ness, so if you want my dick, you need to come. Show me how greedy your pussy is for me. Show me you’re ready for more.”
“Jensen!” She screams my name as her core squeezes and pulses around my finger.
I want to kiss her. I want to swallow her moans and steal her breath as I make her come again on my hand.
Later.
Later, I’ll go slow and sweet—if she’ll let me—but right now I need to make good on my promise.
Pulling back, I grab the condom from my pocket and roll it over my length, pumping once like that will ease the way my dick is throbbing for her. Nessa peeks over her shoulder at me, her eyes glued to where I’m gripping myself, my forearm flexing for her benefit.
“Do you see how hard you made me?” I stroke from base to tip, biting back a groan when her tongue swipes along her bottom lip. “Don’t let go of that bag,” I warn, rubbing the angry head along her slit before slamming inside her.
The chain rattles, her fingers flexing against the leather as I piston in and out of her. Her pussy is like a vise grip, so hot and wet that she has me practically seeing stars, her tits bouncing and our skin slapping together as I drive into her over and over.
I curse as she mutters incoherently, begging me to fuck her harder andjust like thatbefore she comes so hard her knees buckle, and her pussy squeezes me so tight it sends me right over the edge with her.
The rush of pleasure is borderline violent as it rips through me, realigning my cellular structure to make room forher.
“Well hell, Sheriff.”
I brace my arm on the bag above her head, wrapping the other around her waist to hold her up as she seems to melt from the endorphin overload.
“Would you believe me if I said I didn’t have a plan coming in here?”
