The Executioner (Professionals 10)

A low, almost pained moan escaped her as she pushed onto her palms to press up and look down at me. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and heated, begging for more.

My hips bucked upward, making her suck in her breath as her thighs gripped the sides of my legs.

“More?” I asked, one of my hands drifting back upward, slipping under the hem of her tee.

“Yes,” she said without even a hint of a hesitation.

Maybe we were finally beyond that.

My hips did another upward thrust as her hips ground down on me. My hand slid over her hip, then up her side to tease over her ribs before I found the soft swells of her breast. My fingertips glided over it, just the barest of touches, one that would leave her whimpering for more. Her chest pressed down against my exploring palm, her nipple hardening against my hand, just begging for me to slip it between my forefinger and thumb, then rolling it. Gently at first, then squeezing tighter and tighter as her hips started to rock impatiently against me, driving herself up.

My other hand left her ass, sliding under her panties from the inside of her thigh. Without pausing, my fingers thrust inside her, making her press back, sitting upright, her eyes squeezed tight, head angled up to the ceiling.

My fingers started to thrust in and out of her as she worked her hips in circles, making sure she felt me right where she needed me.

Her walls grabbed my fingers tighter and tighter with each passing moment.

But I didn’t want her to come.

Not yet.

I wanted her begging, crying for release.

I knifed up as my fingers pulled out of her, my lips crashing to hers, muffling her objections.

I kissed her until she was soft and pliant against me before pulling away. Reaching for the hem of her tee, I pulled it up and off, sealing my mouth around one of her hardened peaks before she could even anticipate it, making a choked whimper escape her as my tongue swirled, as my teeth teased, as my lips sucked. My other hand went across her chest, teasing her other nipple until I switched it up.

Her hips were rocking restlessly against me by the time I was done.

Desperate.

God, was it hot to see a woman like Shawn—so independent, so strong, so self-complete—desperate for me.

My impatient hands yanked her panties down and off, grabbing her, and pulling her over me until I was flat and she was sitting over me.

Reaching up, I grabbed her hips, making her sit fully on my face as my tongue started to devour her.

Shawn’s thighs were shaking as I worked her with my tongue, with my lips, with my nose, her whimpers becoming loud moans.

She arched back a bit, reaching behind her to yank my cock free from my boxers, grabbing it at the base and twisting as she stroked upward.

A groan moved through me as her thumb traced the wet head of me.

Feeling as needy as she was right then, I grabbed her, turned her so her head was facing my feet, then yanked her pussy back down over my face as she happily lowered down, sucking my cock into her hot, waiting mouth.

Her tongue worked me for a long moment before she started to suck me in slow, deep movements, taking me carefully down her throat with each downward motion.

Until my goddamn legs were shaking.

Until I couldn’t wait another moment to be inside her.

On a growling sound, I grabbed her, pushing her downward so her ass was nearly sitting in my lap.

I reached for my wallet, slid on the protection, then sat up, pulling Shawn’s back against my chest as my hand went between us, guiding my cock.

“Take me in, love,” I demanded, voice rough.

There was no hesitation.

Shawn’s hips rose, then she slid down on me until I was buried deep inside her tight, hot walls, the sensation making me buck upward into her, a movement that had her sucking in her breath, then releasing it so hard that her body shook.

“Move with me, Shawn,” I demanded, starting to rock forward into her.

Not a second later, she was moving with me.

Slowly at first, getting used to the movements, to the position, then getting faster and faster as the need overtook the both of us.

My hand slid between her thighs, engaging her clit even as my cock rubbed against her G-spot, making her moans get louder and louder, ricocheting off the empty walls in the open space.

“Come for me,” I demanded, slamming my cock inside her harder and harder as she ground into me.

Then just like that, her pussy started to spasm around me.

“Bell—“ she cried as she pulled me forward into an orgasm that was practically blinding.

My face pressed into her shoulder as her pussy milked the orgasm from me, leaving us both shaking and gasping for breath.