Fight Dirty (Black Rose Kisses 1)

Even breathing hard and sensitive from my first orgasm, I want more. I can’t get enough of him, and I’m definitely not going to be satisfied until he comes too.

I tease him a bit, getting my revenge for his teasing earlier, working my hand slowly up his slick cock. I brush my thumb over the head of it and then smile when his dick twitches and his hips lift up on the bed.

“Now who’s being a tease?” he asks, breathless, and I laugh.

“Turnabout is fair play, Levi.”

But I’m not strong enough to make either of us wait any longer. My hand returns to the base of his cock, steadying it a bit, and I sink down onto it.

The new angle is different, but fuck, it’s no less delicious. My head tips back at the way it feels to be fully seated on that dick, and I take a second to breathe through the torrent of feeling that threatens to sweep me up and carry me off.

Now that I’ve adjusted to his size, it’s easy enough to start riding him, my hands going to his chest to give myself some leverage for raising and lowering my hips.

Levi meets me in the middle, his hands on my hips, holding me tight. It’s a compromise between me doing the work and him dragging me down into each thrust, turning our hot and sweaty fuck into a team effort.

His face is as flushed as mine feels, and I curl my fingers a bit, nails biting into the skin of his chest. The moan I get in response to that makes it clear he likes it.

The bed squeaks and groans under us as I feel a wave of pleasure rising once more. The aftershocks of my first orgasm have barely ebbed away, and already, I can feel another one on its heels. I fuck him faster, harder, my movements shifting from lifting my hips to rolling them in undulating waves that keep his cock buried so deep inside me.

“Levi,” I moan, my mouth falling open as I fight for breath. “Fuck. Oh my god.”

“Yeah, Mercy. Just like that.” He urges me on, one hand staying on my hip while the other comes up to tease my nipples, tweaking and tugging at them. “Just like that, baby. You look so good like this. Taking my cock like you were made for it. Can you come again for me?”

The combination of his words and the way I’m basically grinding his dick into my sweet spot, not letting up on the constant stream of pleasure, is enough to have me right there on the edge, my entire body flushed with a tingling warmth.

Levi pinches my nipple hard, and I nearly scream from how good it feels, sensation traveling from my chest all the way down to light a fire in my core. I grind down harder on him, the movement pressing my clit down and adding friction right where I want it.

“Close,” I manage to say, my eyelids drooping closed.

“Look at me,” Levi breathes back. “I want to see it.”

There’s no way to resist him, and I snap my eyes open just as my orgasm crests to a peak. We lock gazes as I shudder my way through it, moaning his name, not giving a single shit about who might hear as the heat of my climax sears through me.

I’m still reeling from the pleasure of it all, my head nice and fuzzy with the overload of sensation, but Levi isn’t done yet. He sits up enough that he can shift my weight back, pushing me onto my back again.

I lie there beneath him, blinking up at his face while he smirks and then leans down to kiss me. As soon as our lips meet, he drives into me hard enough that I cry out into the kiss.

It’s messy, teeth and tongues clashing while I hold on to him, my legs going around his waist while he fucks me without mercy.

It’s hard and fast, and I can tell he’s getting close. I can’t come again, but it still feels so damn good, and my body is wet and pliable for him, letting him use me for his own pleasure as he chases his release.

I arch up into each thrust, squeezing the muscles of my pussy to clench hard around him, dragging him in deeper every time he thrusts into me.

“Goddamn, Mercy,” he groans, and I can feel the tremors in his arms where he holds himself above me. He’s close to coming apart, and I want to see it.

I want to be the cause of it.

His breath comes in ragged pants, ghosting across my face as he leans in close enough that our mouths are just a hair’s breadth apart. His hips keep driving forward, burying his cock inside me again and again.

“Shit. You feel so fucking good,” he pants, kissing me again.

I can feel the desperation in it, the way his body is coiling tighter and tighter as he gets closer to losing it. I want that. I want to see the pleasure on his face when he falls apart and know that I’m responsible for it. I want to know that he’s just as affected by how good this is as I am.

“Come on,” I murmur against his lips, my legs tightened around his waist as I coax him in deeper. “Let me feel you. Fuck—Levi.”

“Yeah,” he breathes back. “God, yeah. I’m so close, Mercy. I’m gonna—”

His breath hitches on the end of that sentence, but I can feel the shudders running through him, and I know full well what he was going to say.