Finally.
My senses caught him everywhere and held on for dear life. His fragrance, his taste, his touch. I craved every part of him. I needed him to consume me.
I tried to roll over, and he let me. It seemed to spur him on too, ’cause he instantly moved between my legs and covered my body with his. Then he gathered my hands above my head, kissed me hard, and pushed his cock alongside my own.
I moaned into the kiss and locked my feet over his calves.
But he still wasn’t close enough. I had to get my hands on him. I managed to free myself from his grip, and then all bets were off. I pulled him down on me, kissed him harder, and slipped a hand between us to feel his cock. Both our cocks. I wrapped my fingers around us, as much as I could anyway, and I felt his groan. Fuck, he was hot. And he was all in tonight.
“Fuck me,” I murmured against his lips. “Please fuck me.”
I gripped his slick, rock-hard cock and pushed it lower. He got it. I felt him smirking into the kiss, and it was as sexy as it was frustrating. He couldn’t keep me waiting any longer. I’d lose it.
I could touch his cock forever, especially now when he was dripping with oil. I cupped my hand over his head and brushed my thumb over the slit, and he shuddered on top of me.
He was surrendering. He was throwing caution to the wind. Making sure our lips were touching, he gripped the base of his cock and slid it lower, down my balls, underneath them, and spread excess oil all over me.
I nodded quickly as he pressed the head of his cock against me. And if that didn’t convey my eagerness enough, I tried to lock my arms around his neck and pull him down on me more than before.
A ball of fire shot through me when he forced himself all the way inside me in a single thrust.
Too much, not enough, too much, not enough. He fucked up my brain. I couldn’t deal. The pain and the pleasure and the pathetic longing battled for attention, my blunt fingernails were firmly embedded into his shoulder blades, my lungs burned for air, I couldn’t settle on feeling just one thing. Fuck! A long groan escaped me at last, but he cut it off unknowingly when he planted a hand on my throat. A firm grip on my jaw. Slick fingers. He kissed me softly, teasingly, and pulled out his thick, perfect cock, only to push forward again and kiss me deeper.
Goose bumps rose across my body.
He was in charge.
His fingers wrapped themselves loosely around my throat, and he started fucking me in earnest. His lips never really left mine, and it was on purpose. Either he wanted to pick up signals by keeping track of my breathing, or he wanted me to feel every sharp breath he took with each thrust into my ass. Both worked. Both revved me up.
I clung like a goddamn Band-Aid and met every push and pull, and he didn’t hold back. He fucked me. He fucked me hard. One groan set off another, same with the shivers. And I let go too. I didn’t try to be silent; I didn’t even care if the music drowned it all out or not. The love of my life was finally fucking the daylights out of me, and I refused to suppress myself.
The erotic notes of the song filtered through the red haze, with the lyrics stealing my breath away—ironically.
Just breathe with me.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned. He wrapped his fingers around my cock and stroked me sensually, too slowly, a contrast to his brutal fucking.
Breathe with me.
I started panting, and my need shot through the roof. It was possible I got too rough, but I had to have more. I forced myself up, nudging him away, but I stayed close to his body so he could feel me getting on all fours for him.
Destroy me, Daddy.
He was on board. He kneaded my ass roughly, parting my cheeks, and finger-fucked me hard a few times before he replaced them with his cock.
I grabbed on to the headboard.
He fucked me like a savage—but not for long. He hauled me back on him when he sat back on his heels, and his strong arms came around me, one hand roaming my chest, the other stroking my cock. So we moved together, and we made out; it was messy and wild and made my heart thunder.
Pressure built up rapidly.
Fuck, he was too good. How could he be so good? The way he stroked me off, how he cupped my balls and squeezed them, rolled them, tugged on them. Then back to my cock, quick strokes, spreading the oil and pre-come, long strokes, teasing ones.