“I want you to do everything with me,” I kept going, my erection servicing her inside while my fingers worked her needy flesh outside. “I want you to be embarrassed by how much you need to fuck me. I want you shocked by the filthy things you want me to do. I want even the mention of my name to make you flush because you want my tongue in places you can never admit, because you need to ride my dick so often that you’re worried something is wrong with you.”
I could feel the tension in her body ratcheting higher and higher, and the quivering of her channel around my organ was nearly unbearable now, so tight and squeezing that I had to grit my teeth so I wouldn’t blow inside the condom. She had to come first, and she had to come so hard that she would be hungry for more before she’d even gone limp.
“God, the things you fucking say,” she whimpered. “I can’t—I can’t stand it—I’m going to—”
With a sharp cry, she came underneath me, her cunt pulsing in soft, rhythmic contractions, her heels digging into my back and her nails scratching my shoulders. I kept working her clit as she orgasmed, kept kissing at her neck, and I kept her pinned hard to the cushions because she seemed to like my weight on her.
I breathed in deep to keep from ejaculating—I couldn’t yet, I couldn’t, I had so much more I wanted to do . . .
With a final, abrupt shudder, she went loose underneath me, her hands slowly easing their assault on my shoulders. I lifted my head to kiss her, and she kissed me back with a dazed sort of hunger.
“Good?” I purred, licking the edge of her mouth and nipping at her jaw. Then I braced myself on my hands above her, smugly surveying the deep flush all over her chest. I reached down and pushed her skirt all the way to her stomach, pleased beyond measure to see that blush stretching all the way down to her navel.
“Good,” she confirmed with a belated shiver. “Better than I ever could have thought. Owen, that was—I didn’t know.”
“There’s a lot more I can show you, my filthy little goddess,” I promised, palming a tit and squeezing until her eyes fluttered.
“I know but—but just for tonight,” she murmured. She looked up at me with dangerously pretty eyes. “Tonight, then we have to be done.”
No.
No, that wasn’t happening.
“I’m not agreeing to that, sweetheart,” I said, giving her an experimental little thrust, and when her back arched again, I started fucking her cunt in earnest.
“Why?—why not?—oh God, oh God,” she chanted, her hands going straight to my hair and pulling so hard I hissed. I fucking loved it.
“Because we both know we’ll need more tomorrow,” I growled, plunging deep as I did. “Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me that once I’m done fucking you into this sofa, you’re going to stand up and walk out of here without wanting to feel my tongue in your pussy again. That you’re not at least a little curious about me licking you in places you never thought of until tonight. Tell me that the next time you make yourself come, you won’t be wishing it were me crawling all over you like a starving beast needing to fuck his mate.”
Her flush deepened. She parted her lips to speak and then paused. “I can’t say you’re wrong,” she said, and then gasped as I rewarded her by bearing down and toiling hard between her thighs. Churning my hips until she was moaning, whimpering, begging softly for more.
Until she was coming all over again.
This time, I made sure I could watch, bracing myself above her as I fucked her as hard as I could. Savoring the way her arousal slicked the base of my dick above the condom, relishing the sweat running down my back. Devouring the sight of my obsession coming apart underneath me.
I watched her eyelids flutter and a tiny, surprised smile grace her lips.
“Owen.”
That was all she said, just my name.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I was some kind of saint for lasting even this long, given her hot cunt and her sweet, flushed tits and her eyes like the same sea we kissed next to that very first time. The release landed like a cannonball in my groin, a heavy, near-fatal blow, and then exploded up the length of my cock, filling the condom with hard, thick pumps of seed. I was snarling through it, growling like an animal, still stabbing savagely at the pussy that was giving me such unbearable pleasure. My body emptied itself out for her as if the survival of the species were on the line. Every muscle in my thighs, arse, and stomach clenched and seized to squeeze every last drop of seed from my body into hers.
By the time I was done, I could barely feel my own face.
My lips tingled; my toes were numb. My heart was racing as if I’d run a marathon and then fucked a hundred women right after. When I finally went still, I saw Tanith staring up at me like she’d never seen anything more arousing in her life.
“I made you feel that,” she said in wonder, almost like she was saying it to herself. She ran her fingertips over my half-numb lips and then down to my heaving chest. “That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
“You can see more tomorrow,” I said silkily, realizing now how I could lay my trap. “And if you don’t want any more after then, then you can tell me tomorrow night.”
Her pupils dilated, and she bit her lip. “Yes,” she finally said. “I need more tomorrow. But I’ll be leaving tomorrow, anyway, so I’m sure I won’t need more after that.”
“Mm-hmm,” I said, giving her nipple a quick suck before I carefully slid free of her sex. The condom was embarrassingly full, but understandably so.
