“All for you,” I whisper.
Fuck, do I love how she blushes, turning a deeper shade of red than the fire-engine blush she’s already wearing around me.
Her tits get my full attention as she tears the box open and fishes out a packet.
I sit up with a parting love bite, running my fingers against her pussy lips as she rolls the condom on.
Then—and only then—do I push her down and guide myself into her, slowly, giving her time to acclimate to my size.
My eyes snag on the heat in hers.
We trade a spark that feels downright divine.
“Love the way you fill me,” she says softly. “I can feel myself stretching, taking every inch of your cock.”
We both groan like mad as I slide deeper and my hips go to work, guiding her in a dance that’s incomparably more wicked than anything at the car show.
She’s so hot, so tight and perfect.
She’s a human plea made especially for me.
I suck her nipples again, giving her time to get used to me filling her. Her hips bend languidly to meet mine, rising to join my strokes, and I drag her deeper into our pleasure with slow, angry pumps, building a friction that feels like an armed grenade.
“Weston,” she moans, the first of a long mantra spilling out of her.
When she’s whined my name ten times, I silence her with a kiss, stretching out our fuckery till I’m clenching my teeth to keep from coming.
This woman takes me apart.
I know she’s holding back, too. I can tell by the way she bites her bottom lip, even as she arches into every thrust with a panting fury.
I move faster—faster—bringing her to the brink of mania on my cock.
She comes with a loud moan that turns into a ferocious bite against my shoulder. I plow right through her climax, grunting, lifting her up with my strokes and slamming her down again.
Break her bed, not her heart isn’t just a sappy saying tonight.
It’s a cardinal rule.
I give her no mercy, crashing into her again, leaving us both gasping.
Her head falls back, gorgeous breasts rising and falling, her whole body begging for me. Her pussy clenches hotter, tighter, quivering with need.
Knowing I’m about to lose my shit, I force out one word.
“Ready?”
“Yes, yes!” she shouts.
With a final searing thrust that rakes her deep, plunging my cock to the hilt, I let my pleasure hit like a hellfire missile.
It’s a dirty miracle how she blows simultaneously, both of us igniting like twin bombs blown apart by a furious need to merge fire, force, heat.
There’s nothing hotter than the scalding orgasm knifing through me, spearing her, body-slamming us when we’re almost to nirvana.
Only sex with Shel could deliver something this potent.
I’m utterly spent by the time it ends and I roll off, collapsing next to her on the bed.