Hyde's Absolution (Sydney Storm MC 4)

As I watched her finger herself, I rasped, “You’ve got two minutes left, sugar, and then I’m getting in that pussy of yours.”

I removed my clothes while I continued to watch her. I then located a condom and slid it on. When I was ready for her, I ordered, “I want you on your hands and knees on the bed, ass in the air.”

She shook her head at me, her fingers still working that pussy. “No, you’re not fucking me in the ass. That shit’s reserved for men who stick around.”

“Wasn’t planning on it. I just want your ass in my view while I fuck you.”

“Well, I was thinking—”

Jesus, this was not the time for her to argue with me. I snaked my hand around her waist and pulled her body to mine. “When I tell you how I want to fuck you, you don’t argue with me,” I growled.

Her eyes flashed with heat. Gripping my arms, she said forcefully, “I want to watch your face while you do it.”

I jerked my head at the bed. “Get on your back.”

Her lips curled up in a smile, and she did what I said.

I positioned myself on top of her. I then ran my finger along her pussy to see how ready she was for me. She was wet as fuck.

Holding her gaze, I growled, “Stop thinking and start fucking, sugar.”

Not giving her a moment to argue with me, I thrust inside of her. Sweet fucking Jesus, her cunt wrapped around my dick like it was made for it. When her arms and legs gripped me, and a long, satisfied moan tore from her mouth, I pulled out and slammed into her again.

“Fuck, I like your kind of filthy,” she said in a hot-as-hell tone. “Don’t stop now.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

“Thank God.”

I got serious then. If she was down with me fucking her the way I wanted to, I’d take her up on that. I pounded into her over and over, not giving either of us a second to catch our breath. Our fucking turned into a violent, demanding need we both had.

I grunted through her nails digging into my skin and scratching lines down my back.

She pushed me to give it to her harder.

Every minute of being with her drove me towards a climax like I’d never achieved. When I finally came—and fuck knew how I managed to last as long as I did—I thrust into her with so much force her head almost rammed into the headboard.

I roared out my release as she gripped me tighter, nails piercing my skin, and screamed out her own.

“Fuck, you weren’t kidding when you said you liked my kind of filthy, were you?” I said after I rolled off her.

She made one of her sexy noises and curled against my body, her arm over my chest, leg over mine. “No, I wasn’t. I like being fucked exactly the way you did it.”

I stretched an arm over her shoulder. Usually, I had no desire to hang around and talk after I fucked a woman. But with Monroe, I couldn’t get enough of her. “I’ll bring my filthy anytime you want it.”

Another sexy moan fell from her lips as she stretched her body in one of the most arousing moves I’d ever seen. She ended up half on top of me with her leg hooked around mine, tits pressed against my chest, and her hand curved around my neck. Those full lips of hers captured mine in a long kiss before she said, “I think you should bring it right now. And when I say bring it, I mean give me every-fucking-thing.”

I reached for her leg and gripped her thigh. Pulling it, I slid it up my body, spreading her wide to give me access to her cunt. My finger was on her clit a moment later, and I ran lazy circles over it. My eyes remained firmly on her face. I wanted to watch as she took the pleasure I gave. She didn’t disappoint. As I built her bliss, her eyes fluttered closed and she bit her lip while giving me more of those sexy-as-fuck sounds that got me off.

“Fuck, Monroe, any man ever told how fucking hot your mouth is? You keep making those sounds and I’ll blow before I get back inside you.”

She opened her eyes as a smile spread across her face. “Slow down, tiger. We’ve gotta get you hard again.”

I slapped her ass. “I need to get rid of this condom first. But I’m telling you now that my dick will be hard before you can get on your knees and lick my balls.”

She moved off me so I could leave the bed. I made my way into the bathroom and disposed of the condom. She met me in the doorway as I turned to leave.

Hand to my chest, she said, “I think we should move this into the shower.” At the arch of my brow, she added, “I have a thing for clean sex. Don’t get me wrong, I fucking love sex anyway I can get it, but there’s just something about a man who smells amazing. It gets me off like you wouldn’t believe.”