“I want us to be this connected. Every time.”
Her words send me spiraling. My ass thrusts harder. My cock stabs deeper. The sensation of her, bare and gripping me, is too much. I can feel every tiny spasm her body makes. Can feel the way she trembles as I hit the spot that makes her gasp.
“I want you. All the time.”
Her nails dig into my back. The slight pain grounds me. Keeps me from losing control too soon. I want this to last, want to draw out every second of pleasure from her. I shift slightly, changing the angle.
“Hollister,” she cries out, her body convulsing around me.
Her orgasm hits hard. Her inner muscles clench me tightly, locking me in place. It takes more effort to push past her walls of resistance. I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to let go, to spill myself inside her.
“Come with me.”
Her command is my undoing. I drive into her. My climax races out of my balls and through my cock so hard and fast I’m blinded. Lost in her raw, hot channel. The rhythm of our colliding bodies and her sweet gasps of breathy pleasure. Shooting into her over and over again. So much my ass tingles, and I shiver from the sensations surging over my body.
She falls apart under me. Her legs slip away. Her arms fall to the side, and her body loosens. She’s boneless and pliable. My sweaty face rises out of her neck, watching her face fall into complete bliss. My gaze blurs from our perfectly timed climax. Intentionally shared. I’ve never been a come-together kind of guy. Too romantic for what I used to get off to. But now, it’s all I’ll ever do with her.
“You’re mine now, pretty boy,” she rasps when her eyes open, pouring so much feeling into mine. Inches from her face, as my pumping ebbs. My heart races and my breath sharpens. She confirms what I already know.
“All yours, my little sinner.”
