He wraps his fist around the base of his cock and his other arm slides around my body, lifting me up against him and sliding me up the wall until I have to wrap my legs around his waist. My chest heaves with every breath I take as I hold onto his shoulders and stare down between us, watching him slowly inch toward me until the head of his cock is pressing against my opening.
“Just wanna warn you, this is going to be hard, fast and dirty. I want this to be good for you, but Jesus Christ I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to last once I’m inside you, so I’m apologizing ahead of time,” PJ mutters, the tip of his cock just barely entering me as he presses a soft, sweet kiss to my lips.
“I don’t care. Just shut up and fuck me,” I order, my boldness knowing no bounds at this point.
I think I’m going to come out of my skin from all of this anticipation and need. I think I’m going to explode from wanting this man so much. I stop thinking altogether when he suddenly pulls his hips back and thrusts into me in one, hard stoke. My head thumps back against the wall and a loud moan of pleasure sails out of my mouth as he holds himself still, deep inside of me, and lets my body get used to him.
The pain disappears just as quickly as it came as I swivel my hips and stretch to accommodate him. How in the hell have I gone so long without this?
PJ drops his head to the crook of my neck, his heated, panting breath skating over my throat as he pulls himself almost all the way out of me before slamming fully back inside, and I squeeze my eyes closed and gasp with how good it feels.
“Fucking hell, you feel amazing,” he groans against my neck as he starts pounding into me just like he said he would—hard, fast, and dirty.
All I can do is wrap my arms tighter around his shoulders, clench my thighs tighter around his hips and hold on for the ride as he starts fucking me against the wall, my back smacking into it with each rough jerk of his hips pistoning between my thighs.
I’ve never had sex like this before. It’s animalistic and feral, both of us moaning and groaning and making noises that can probably be heard over the loud thumping bass from the music playing out in the club, which I can feel pulsing through the wall against my back.
With each hard thrust into me, he holds himself deep and swivels his hips, grinding his pubic bone right against my clit until I’m panting and clawing at his back, churning my hips and rubbing myself against him as he continues to fuck me like a wild animal.
“Jesus, Cin . . . so . . . fucking . . . good,” he groans, punctuating each word with another slam of his hips between my legs.
PJ said he wasn’t going to be able to last long once he was inside of me, but he had absolutely nothing to apologize for. Sweet mother of God, I’ve never been this turned on. It’s unreal the way he makes me feel as he takes me against the wall. Each pant, growl, grunt, and muttered curse that he makes against the side of my neck pushes me closer and closer to an orgasm that is going to explode out of me faster than any other before it. Everything is hotter knowing he can’t hold back and doesn’t feel like he needs to be gentle with me. I’ve had plenty of gentle and boring, and now I want mind-blowing, unbridled passion, which is exactly what he’s giving me.
He smacks both of his hands against my ass, clutching it in his hands as he yanks the lower half of my body toward him, helping me move harder against him, the rhythm of him slamming between my thighs over and over never wavering.
“Yes, yes, harder” I chant, holding onto him tighter and thrusting my hips against him faster.
PJ’s head is still buried in the side of my neck and the feel of him licking and sucking the skin right below my ear while he continues to take me against the wall makes me lose control.
My orgasm is building quickly; I can feel it pulsing just within my grasp, and it makes me tilt my hips up, take him in deeper, and grind myself harder against that perfect pubic bone of his.
He pulls his mouth away from the side of my neck and his eyes lock onto mine, watching me come apart in his arms. I force myself to keep my eyes on him even though I want nothing more than to let them roll into the back of my head as he buries himself to the hilt, squeezing and kneading my ass as I push and thrust and swivel my hips until I’m tumbling right over the edge.