He slides out, slow, almost all the way. Hands grip my ass, pulling me open. Gripping so hard he’ll leave marks when he’s done.
“Tell me how it feels,” he commands again, slamming in again, harder than before.
“So good,” I whimper, as my body jerks forward with the power of his thrust. “More.”
It’s an understatement to say I’ve never felt this good. Never felt sotaken. Never been fucked this good, this hard. This beautifully. This rough perfection is everything I never knew I needed.
“Ahhh, fuck, Myka. Can you take it?” He gives it to me again, with a loud slap, a wet squelch. So wet, so slick around him. “Tell me you can take me. Beg for it, baby.”
“Want it, Rev,” I gasp. “Love the way you fuck me—loveit.”
He drives in again. “Like this?”
“Fuck yes, baby.Fuckyes.” I can’t even push back into his thrusts to show him—I can only take him as he chooses to give it to me. “Don’t stop, Rev. More. Harder, please.”
He releases the vise grip…and smacks me.Hard.
My cry is muffled in the bed, and still it’s loud.
“Fuck—oh fuck.” He presses his hands into my ass, and now I know. I know. He’s gone, now. I’m going to get it, now, all of him, all of his wild, his rough, his primal power.
He gives it to me, finally.
Hard, fast, almost brutal. Gripping, pressing me down, he stands behind me and slams, fucks. His fist twists into my hair, tugs my head back.
“Gimme your eyes,” he growls. “Look at me. Look at me, Myka.”
I look. “Beautiful,” I whisper. “More.More.”
His eyes wild, his lips curled, white teeth bared in an animal snarl, muscles hard and tensed, abs flexing and rippling as he fucks me, one hand on my ass, steadying me, pulling me backward, the other fisted in my hair, forcing me to look at him.
“Come for me, Rev,” I say, grunting it through my teeth, as my body is rocked by his thrusts. “I want it. Need it.”
“Take it, baby,” he snarls. “Take it for me.”
I feel it.
Feel him.
All of him, every inch, as he pulses. Wild and hot, throbbing inside me. Feel it as his thrusts go ragged, slowing. Powering in, deep and hard. Feel it when he arches backward, watch his head go back, eyes closing, mouth open as he comes.
He fills me.
I groan, loving the feel of it, not needing or even wanting another climax, only this, only him gone for me. Slow and gentle, now, movement faltering, staggering with the potency of his climax. I feel him slide through my wetness, and I clench myself around him, bear down hard, squeeze him. He feels it, groans, falling forward over me.
“So fucking tight, Myka,fuck.” He shudders all over, and I feel him keep coming. “Squeeze me like that I…oh god, oh fuck…Myka, god, my sweet beautiful perfect Myka.”
“Beautiful Rev,” I whisper. “You’re so beautiful when you’re coming inside me.”
He pushes one of my legs forward, bending it at the knee, somehow twisting me without losing our connection. I immediately wrap myself around him, arms and legs, clinging as tightly as I can. He rolls up onto the bed, taking my weight.
His mouth moves against my temple, breath huffing hot through my hair. “What do youdoto me?” He sounds shaken to the core.
I move, just enough to find his mouth. It’s a kiss and a whisper. “I don’t even know, Rev.”
“No?”
“No.”
