“I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
“I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to your pussy.”
An unexpected laugh shocks the air as it leaps from my lungs. “God, your jokes are getting so good.” Kinda, sorta. Still dorky, but I love them. And I totally love him.
“I want to fall asleep with the sweet taste of your cum on my lips. On my tongue.”
Oh. So joking time’s over. Because my clit just pulsed, and my core just convulsed with that.
His thick length slides between my thighs, grinding up, slipping through my wetness, and hitting my spot just so. Lightning zaps around the room, practically electrocuting us, but I’ll burn alive for him if he keeps touching me like this.
“You’re my fucking goddess, Ellery Wilde. Let me touch you. Let me fuck you. Let me taste you until the absolute last second I can.”
Then he shifts, slides down my body, and thrusts up, straight into me so effortlessly it’s like he was always made to be inside me. And the best part, we haven’t even gotten there yet.
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A moan splits the air between us as my hands squeeze hers. She feels so good. So tight and wet and warm sheathed around me. We’re doing this without a condom again and since I know she’s on the pill—I saw them in her bathroom the other night and like the responsible adults we struggle to be with each other, we had the talk—there is no way I can ever take her while wearing one again.
My eyes stay locked on hers, open and watching the magnificent woman beneath me. My knees press into the mattress, our chests mashed together, sweat clinging between us as I move inside her. Pump harder. Grind deeper. I can’t get deep enough and now that feels like a challenge. Her legs wrap around my ass, her head falling back into her pillow, her chin lifting as she loses the battle and closes her eyes.
I take her bottom lip between my teeth, dragging and sucking on it. The way she tastes and the sounds she’s making build my movements to savage proportions. My thoughts are primal.
Mine, mine, mine, chants through my head.
What is it about her that does this to me? That makes me fear I could lose her at any second? That has me fucking her harder, trying to chase those demons from my mind and prove myself wrong? I can’t lose her. Not to anything.
“Elle,” I rasp into her mouth, angling my pelvis so I hit her clit with each pound I’m slamming into her. “I’m going to fuck you until you forget your name. Until all you know is what it feels like when I’m inside you. You feel it?” I thrust harder, and she cries out, nodding, her mouth seeking mine in a sloppy kiss. “Mine, Elle. Fucking say it. You’re mine.”
Her eyes snap open, searching my face in the darkness. “Yes. I’m yours.”
Thank fuck.
I adjust us, releasing one hand and cupping her ass, lifting her up higher and sliding back in all the way to the hilt. Her pussy convulses around me, and I know she’s getting close. I know it’s seconds before she’s coming all over my cock. Her flushed body and the lust-drunk look in her eyes and greedy pussy tell me everything.
I hook one of her knees over my shoulder, release her other hand, grip her hips, and take her like a man who has found heaven. My tongue swipes at her nipple, flicking it as best as I can before sucking her entire tit into my mouth, all the while I move inside her, skin slapping skin. The bed is banging into the wall and yet, still, I’m not deep enough.
“Not yet,” I grit out, and she whimpers.
I pull back, practically up on my knees now, and stare down at where our bodies are connected. My cock glistens, coated in her, sliding in and out, and it’s so fucking hot I nearly come just from that.
“How much can you take, Elle?”
“Touch me. Please, touch me. I’m so close.”
Her hands are on the headboard now, holding on, grappling at the fabric like it will save her. It won’t. Tonight I possess her body. It’s mine. I almost wish her wrists were still tied. I’d love to take her ass. To watch what my cock looks like in that hole, but I’m already so worked up, I won’t last, and when I fuck her there, I’m gonna wanna last as long as I can.
A rumbling groan vibrates my throat at the thought.
“So many things I’m going to do to you.”
My finger finds her slick, swollen clit, but before I can stop myself, I slide out of her and cover her pussy with my mouth.
She screams out, her hand ripping at my hair as if it’s too much for her. She tells me that. That she can’t, but she will because I want her to come like this, and then I want to fuck her into another orgasm. My cock is a wet, leaking mess, angry I took it from where it belongs, but it’ll make my own orgasm that much better.
I suck on her, swirling my tongue around her clit over and over before sucking it back into my mouth. I don’t play with her dripping opening, though I know she’s desperate for that. No, my cock will fill her up, but first…
“Come, Elle. Come for me, baby.”
“Oh, fuuuuck!”
I flick her clit back and forth, scraping it between my teeth, and that’s when she loses it. Her nails on my shoulders scratching at me as she twists and writhes and undulates and begs and moans and screams out my name while squeezing the hell out of my head with her knees.
My girl is loud, but there’s no one else to hear us, so I tell her I want to hear it all and, just when she starts to come down, I release her clit, reposition my cock, throw her leg back over my shoulder, and slam into her.
“Holy hell, Landon,” she wails, her back so arched it’s as if she’s bent in half the wrong way. With a hand on her tit pinching her nipple, the other on her hip, I dig into her as deep as I can go.
I lick my lips. “I could eat your pussy for hours.”
I could. That’s seriously how much I love doing it.
“Fuck, Elle.” My breathing is choppy, ragged, sweat dripping from my forehead, but I don’t stop. The friction. The feel of her body—hot and so damn addictive—I want to stay buried in her forever. “So fucking good.”
My fingers find her clit as I stare down at her, my vision hazy with endorphins, but her eyes are glued to mine. Locked in a soul-stripping, mind-bending connection unlike any I’ve ever experienced before. I’m owned and possessed and so fucking deep there’s no space between us.
Her body trembles and shakes as she starts to come again. I fuck her through it, my thumb still rubbing her clit, bringing her higher until I can’t stand it another second, and I come with a roar, shooting myself inside her. My vision goes fuzzy and sparkly, crackling on the edges, and I heave in a gasping breath as my body stills. My cock pulses and pulses as her walls suck every drop from me.
I collapse on top of her, rolling us until she’s now on top of me, and close my eyes, my fingers in her hair, unable to catch my breath.
“Good thing you bothered to brush your hair,” I murmur a few minutes later, still half-dazed as I get caught in a snag, working it out gently with my fingers.
She giggles against me and goes silent, her hand over my heart, both of us happy and sated and sleepy and what wouldn’t I give to be able to fall asleep just like this only to wake up and do that all over again?
I lift her up, carrying her into the bathroom. It’s unfortunately nearing midnight, and we both need sleep after more than a week of very little. “Can I shower with you?”