“You gonna come again for me?” he asked, voice rough.
“I… can’t…” I claimed, even as I felt the need growing again.
“You can. You will,” he added as his hand left my belly to press between my thighs, engaging my clit as he kept fucking me.
He proved me wrong.
Not only could I, but I could hard, and way, way too fast.
I should have needed more recovery time. I always had in the past. But Primo was proving me wrong about a lot of things I previously believed about myself.
“Still not done,” he informed me as I finally came back down from the second soul-shattering orgasm.
“Primo, please,” I whimpered, feeling unusually overwhelmed and fragile right then. “I can’t… it’s too much,” I added, trying to suck in slow, deep breaths, trying to pull myself back together.
“Shh,” he said, reaching for me, pulling me up as he dropped down onto his ass, pulling me over him, but with my back against his chest, straddling his legs backward. “Stop overthinking it,” he demanded as he grabbed his cock and started rubbing it against my clit, side to side, over and over. “Just feel it,” he added as his cock slid down and pressed inside me.
Slowly.
God, so slowly.
I felt every last inch of him against my overly sensitive walls, a sensation that was almost pain, but not quite.
Primo’s arm anchored around the center of my chest, holding me against him as his other hand grabbed my chin, pulling, turning me just enough for his lips to seal over mine.
And there was none of that hard, possessiveness that I’d thought was what some primal part of me had been attracted to in him.
No.
If anything, this kiss was slow and deep and lingering.
It was the kiss of a lover, not someone you were just fucking for release.
Realizing that, getting lost in the sensations of it, a warmth bloomed across my chest before spreading outward until it enveloped me like a warm hug.
“Mmm,” Primo rumbled against my lips as my walls started to tighten around him again. His lips ripped from mine, his eyes molten. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he demanded, voice soft as my hips rocked ever so slightly against him. “Tell me,” he demanded when the word didn’t come because some part of me still wanted to deny it.
But, hell, he’d already proved it twice.
“You,” I said, the sound barely even a whisper.
“That’s right,” he agreed. “This is my fucking pussy,” he added as he knifed up, turning me, bending me over the arm of the couch, and fucking me from behind.
Hard and fast this time, and there was nothing I could do but take it, but feel my body driven upward yet again even if my brain tried to convince it that it wasn’t possible.
His hand moved between my thighs, stroking my aching clit with his thumb for a long moment before moving away.
His palm slapped down on my ass on one side as the hand that had just been between my thighs slipped across my cheek, his thumb pressing against my ass, then slipping inside.
A growl vibrated through him as an unexpected moan escaped me at the sensation.
His other hand left my ass, slipping into the hair at the nape of my neck instead, curling, then yanking until I had no choice but to arch my head back against his hold to ease the pain shooting across my scalp.
“This is my ass too,” he said, rocking his thumb inside me. “Say it,” he demanded, voice rough as his hand yanked on my hair.
“It’s yours too,” I said, sure at that moment that I wouldn’t deny him anything as the need for release had a death grip on my system.
“No, lamb, say it. Say your ass is mine,” he growled, thrusting harder and faster.
“My ass is yours,” I told him, too close to oblivion to give a shit about what I was even saying.
“You’re going to let me fuck you here,” he told me, wiggling his thumb again.
There was no use denying that I wanted it.
“Yes.”
Another of those far too sexy growls moved through him.
“Good girl,” he praised, and then he was done talking as he focused on fucking me.
Hard.
Fast.
Deep.
Unrelenting.
Not giving my body a second for my orgasm to retreat.
“Come, fucking come for me,” Primo hissed, voice tight, close himself. “Squeeze my cock,” he demanded as the orgasm slammed through my system, leaving me crying out his name. “Fuck, yeah, baby,” he hissed, thrusting faster and faster. “Milk my come from me,” he added as he slammed deep, his body jolting hard as he came. “Fuck,” he hissed. “Oh, fuck, baby,” he growled as he folded forward over me, his face burying in my neck as his body contracted hard two more times before he went still.
We stayed that way for what felt like forever, both of us trying to catch our breaths, and my body racked with aftershocks that made it impossible to deny how intense that had been.