I need him now.
“Fuck, Reno. I need you,” I groan.
He pulls back and begins to unbutton his jeans while his eyes are locked with mine. “Take off your panties and get your ass on the bed,” he demands.
I do as I’m told while he strips down to nothing. His hard, thick cock is jutting out as he grabs a condom out of the drawer. He wastes no time rolling it on as he moves closer to the bed.
“Spread your legs wide, Valencia. Show me what I do to you,” he says.
I open my legs and feel the cool air against my wet pussy. It sends a chill through me, and Reno smirks as his eyes lift to mine.
“Fuck, you’re greedy pussy is wet and ready,” he says, gripping his cock.
“Please, Reno,” I beg.
He climbs on the bed and drags his cock through my slick folds. “Please what, Valencia,” he whispers, pinching both my sensitive nipples.
“Fuck me, Reno,” he moans, rubbing his cock against me.
In one fast motion, his lips crash to mine as his dick slams into me. I groan into his mouth, and he growls as he pounds into me.
He keeps up his punishing pace as he breaks the kiss and sucks on my neck. His fingers are digging into my hips, and I drag my nails down his back.
“Oh Reno, it feels so good,” I cry out.
He lifts his head, and our eyes connect. It’s a powerful moment. One I’ve never felt before. Almost like our souls just connected.
“I’ll never get enough of you, Valencia. Your tight pussy wrapped around me, squeezing me just right, makes it fucking hard to not come right now,” he groans.
He reaches down and rubs my clit as he drives into me, bringing me right to the edge. My body is shaking as I toss my head back.
“Fuck yes, I’m so close,” I shout.
“Oh fuck, you feel so good,” he hisses.
He pinches my clit, and I scream his name as my orgasm rips me in half. My back arches off the bed, and he quickly pulls out and flips me onto my stomach, slamming back into me. My ass is in the air as he pounds into me, and I can’t believe I feel another orgasm coming on.
“I’m gonna come again,” I moan.
He slaps my ass, and I shout out in pain and pleasure. He does it again and reaches forward, pulling my hair to turn my head toward him.
“Don’t ever be jealous of another woman. You’re mine, all fucking mine,” he growls.
His possessiveness is so hot, and when he pulls my hair harder and slams into me, I explode once again.
As I ride out my second orgasm, he whispers my name as he finds his.
We both fall to the bed, breathing heavily as we attempt to recover.
He pulls me into his arms, and I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat as fast as mine is.
I’ve never felt so many emotions at once. I’m sexually spent and overwhelmed by his words.
If I’m his, does that mean he’s now mine?
I fucking hope so.
CHAPTERELEVEN
