He kisses me, our mouths going into autopilot even as my body tells me I can’t do this. I savor the kiss, opening my mouth and darting my tongue against his passionately, as he slowly starts to rock in and out of me.
“Ah, ah,” I whimper.
“Does it hurt?” he growls.
His tone of voice reminds me of the night I discovered he was Smolder. When he stared in what I thought was anger. But it’s his lust, burning up inside him, turning his voice into an animal’s growl.
“No, it’s starting to…”
I gasp when my pussy begins to flutter. It feels like a soothing balm is flowing through my lower half, tickling up my legs and flooding my pussy with intense wetness. When he pulls out of me, holding his tip against my hole, I’m eager to feel him inside of me again.
I moan and claw at his back.
He tilts his head, staring down at me with a soft smirk on his lips. “You horny virgin.”
I giggle, shifting against him. “I don’t think you can call me that anymore.”
He snarls and thrusts back inside of me. The bed whines beneath us and this time I move with him, meeting his thrusts instead of passively taking it. He moans and begins to pump into me harder.
The feeling is completely new, like nothing I ever experienced. It’s like I’m fusing with him. His engorged helm pushes right up inside of me, touching a special place deep inside, each contact provoking a cascading flow of pleasure.
If this is what sex feels like, I can’t believe I was ever nervous. All I want is to feel more, to sink deeper into our union.
He rears up, planting his fists on either side of me, his chest glistening with sweat, highlighting his pecs as he grinds into me. I gasp and try my best to keep pace with him, the sheets sticking to my back as we move as one.
“Is that good?”
I need to know I’m doing it right.
“Better… than… good.”
With each word, he adds more pressure to the force of his thrusts.
He fucks me hard after that.
I thought he was going quite hard before, but he unleashes a whole new level. I let out a scream as his cock hammers into me, the room filling with the flesh-on-flesh noises that somehow make it even hotter. It’s like our bodies can’t help but sing about this new pleasure.
I slide my hands up his back, clawing onto his shoulders as I do my best to hold on. He moves even faster, making it difficult to keep time with him.
My pussy is filled with heat, expanding inside of me, touching every single inch of me.
“Rub your tits for me,” he grits out.
My hands fly to obey his commands, as I reach forward and squeeze onto my breasts, rubbing and pushing them together as I buck my hips. My screams turn into tangled cries when something shatters in my man, my Smolder.
It’s like he can’t hold himself back anymore, which blows my freaking mind. I didn’t think he was holding himself back.
He moans and moves his lower half like a machine. His cock hammering into that sensitive place over and over again. I remember Jess talking about the G-spot once, and a distant part of me wonders if this is what she meant. It’s like a magical button he keeps pressing, again and again, making my belly tingly, it feels like there’s a dam inside of me just about holding back an orgasm.
“That’s it,” he groans, his gaze fixated on my breasts. “Fuck, yes. That’s it. Just like that.”
Pleasing my man has never felt so good. He stares with a greedy look in his eyes, as though he’s ready to explode at any second. But he doesn’t slow down.
“Fuck, when they bounce…”
I grind my pussy down onto his length, shifting my hips, finally matching his tempo again. His lips twist and his eyes flare widely.
“You like that?” I moan.
“Don’t stop,” he commands.
I scream as I throw my hips toward him, his length expanding my hole even wider. He snarls and leans down, biting my neck softly, as I let go of my breasts and run my hands through my hair.
“Can you take it from behind?” he groans in my ear, letting my neck go. “I need to see that ass bouncing for me. I need to…”
“Yes, yes,” I cry, even if I’m not sure.
Maxton snaps into action. He pulls out of me and grabs my hips. Handling me as though I weigh nothing, he flips me over. I giggle at how light he makes me feel, at how hungrily he moves me.
“On all fours, yeah?” I whisper, climbing onto my hands and knees.
“That’s it, you horny girl,” he snarls.
Looking over my shoulder, I watch as he reaches down to grip his cock.