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How did his dick seem bigger every time we fucked? It was crazy. He felt thicker, harder, hotter.
My wetness easily coated his length and heated my core up further.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” he muttered under his breath, squeezing his eyes shut as he focused on not touching me as I ordered.
I couldn’t help the soft laugh that bubbled up at his obvious struggle. “That’s it, Tristan,” I coaxed, pressing down harder and rocking my hips against his. “Just lay back and enjoy.”
“Adriana,” he gasped, his fingers digging into the bedsheets below him. His knuckles turned white from strain and his breath came out in ragged pants. But despite the obvious battle waging within him, he stayed true to his word and didn’t touch me.
I took delight in his struggle, my body humming with anticipation as I continued to slide up and down on him. Our movements were slow, excruciatingly so, but I wanted this. I wanted to feel every inch of him, wanted to watch as he fought back his desires just for me.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes locked onto mine. His voice was rough with need, a raw edge that sent tingles coursing down my spine.
I ignored his compliment, focusing instead on the sensation of him inside me–the delicious stretch and pull that had my body singing in anticipation.
His hands clasped at my waist as I slowed again, riding him with an unsteady rhythm. Despite wanting him more than anything, being pregnant had zapped most of my stamina, and being on top was harder than I had anticipated. Tristan seemed to sense my waning strength and finally broke the rule, his strong hands coming up to steady me.
“You’re so warm,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. His blue eyes were soft, staring up at me with a tenderness that had my heart fluttering. I swallowed hard, forcing myself not to lean down and kiss him.
I increased the pace, feeling the heat build up inside me. Tristan’s hands tightened on my thighs as I moved faster, grinding into him with abandon. His breath hitched in his throat, an irresistible squeeze of pleasure flashing across his face as I rode him.
Tristan threw his head back as my core clenched around him, my orgasm rippling through me in a way that made me come completely undone.
I collapsed over him, my body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. His arms instantly came around me, wrapping me in his warmth. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, relishing in the calming rhythm of his heartbeat against my ear.
He was still hard inside of me, still gasping. “You played your game,” he said in my ear. “Now catch your breath. That was the warm up. I’m about to make you come again, and I’m going to touch you as much as I want. Because you’re mine, Adriana. All mine.”
His words sent a thrill through me, even as my body still pulsed from the powerful orgasm. I was breathless, trembling, my body draped across his like a spent flame. But at his words–that promise of more, of ‘mine’--something sparked deep within me. My heart pounded with anticipation.
I didn’t answer him right away, my fingers tracing the contours of his face as I stared down into those piercing blue eyes. There was something about Tristan Callahan that left me breathless yet craving for more. The intensity, the rawness—everything about him was so intoxicating.
“Yours?” I murmured back at him, unable to hide the smile that tugged at my lips. “That sounds dangerous.”
“It is,” he confirmed, his voice dropping an octave lower, his eyes darkening with desire. “But there’s nothing more thrilling than playing with fire. Are you ready for me to fuck you until you forget your own name?”
A shiver of anticipation ran down my spine. His words were like a promise, a beautifully dangerous vow that held me captive. His gaze was locked onto mine, full of raw desire, full of an intensity that took my breath away.
Without waiting for my reply, Tristan started to move beneath me, his hands sliding from my waist to the curve of my hips. He flipped us over so he was hovering above me. My heart pounded wildly in my chest as he started to thrust into me again, setting a punishing rhythm that had me arching beneath him.
“Tristan,” I gasped out as pleasure engulfed me. The way he moved within me was slow, deliberate and designed to make me lose control.
Each thrust sent shivers down my spine, my body adjusting to him anew. He moved with a slow, deliberate pace, each movement designed to make me lose myself completely.
The sight of him above me, his body straining with the effort to keep his movements controlled, was nothing short of intoxicating. His eyes were closed, his lips parted as he fought for breath. The sight of him so overwhelmed, so undone by our shared pleasure–I could’ve come again right then and there.
His muscles rippled with each drive, each movement pushing me closer and closer to another release. “That’s it, Adriana,” he urged as his movements grew faster, harder. “You feel so fucking good.”
His words were a harsh whisper against my ear, making my skin tingle and my body pulse in time with his. I reached up to tangle my fingers in his short-cropped hair, pulling him down for a searing kiss that swallowed up my gasps of pleasure.
“Say it,” he demanded through gritted teeth, his breath coming in short, ragged pants. His muscular arms caged me in on either side, his eyes burning into mine with a heat that threatened to scorch me to the core.
I didn’t pretend not to know what he was asking for. “Tristan,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. My gaze met his and held firm, my eyes trying to convey everything I couldn’t put into words. “Yours.”
A smug grin spread across his face, his eyes sparking with a satisfied heat. “That’s my girl,” he rasped, pushing himself harder into me with renewed vigor. His movements became more frantic, more possessive, his hips driving home with a ruthless rhythm that left me breathless.
His hands were everywhere: on my waist, my breasts, tangled in my dark hair and tracing the curve of my throat. He was lost in the rawness of us, and as he dove deeper into me, I found myself sinking with him.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough and strained but no less potent. I complied without hesitation, locking onto those piercing blue eyes filled with an intensity that made my heart flutter wildly in my chest. “I’m going to finish inside of you now, but you’re going to come for me first. I can feel how close you are…”
