She breaks. Her whole body convulses, pussy pulsing around my cock so hard I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming. She screams my name and sobs with it.
And I don’t stop. I keep moving, keep fucking her through it, watching her completely lose herself under me.
And I think—fuck, I might never let her go.
As her orgasm subsides, I pull out slowly, and she gasps at the drag, the emptiness, the denial of being full. I go to untie her, but she surprises me.
“Don’t,” she whispers. “Let me.”
I raise an eyebrow, but I lean back on the pillows, watching as she slides her wrists free, fingers shaky but determined. She moves down, takes the tie, and tosses it aside. Her eyes are still heavy from the orgasm, but there’s a spark in them now. Something alive. Something hungry.
She climbs into my lap, straddling me slow, hips settling right over my cock. I’m still hard as hell and leaking against my stomach.
“Lila.”
“I want to ride you,” she murmurs, her voice husky.
Jesus Christ.
I grip her waist. “You think you can handle that much power?”
She leans down, mouths along my jaw, her breath hot. “I just did.”
Cocky. Brave. Dirty. She knows exactly what she’s doing now.
“Take it, then.”
She rises, reaches between us, and lines me up. My breath tightens when the head pushes inside her again, still hot and slick and tight as fuck. She sinks down slow, moaning as she takes every inch. Her nails dig into my chest.
Her pace starts lazy. She grinds on me like she wants to feel every ridge, every drag. Her tits bounce. Her head falls back. Her hair’s a mess.
I let her fuck me like I belong to her. Because in this moment, I do. “Look at you,” I mutter. “Riding me like you’ve done this a thousand times.”
She moans, and I begin circling her clit with my thumb. “You’re so wet for me. You like being on top?”
She nods, speeding up. Her ass slaps down against my thighs, and the sound makes me groan.
“You’re making a mess, baby.”
“I want to,” she pants. “I want to come on your cock again. Over and over.”
“Greedy girl.” I grip her hips and let her move. She’s working me like she means it. Grinding, bouncing, circling her hips. Her nails claw down my chest and I feel myself getting close.
Then she stops and slides off me and drops to her knees between my legs. “What the hell are you?—”
She grabs the base of my cock and sucks the head into her mouth, fast and deep.
My head slams back against the pillows. “Fuck.”
Her mouth is hot.She drags her tongue under the shaft, one hand at the base while the other cups my balls. She moans around me, and I lose it for a second, hips jerking. She doesn’t flinch. She welcomes it.
“Jesus, Lila,” I growl. “You’re going to make me come.”
She pulls off with a pop. “Not yet. You don’t get to finish without fucking me again.”
Then she’s back on top of me, guiding me inside her with slick fingers and a filthy smile.
But I’ve had enough. I grab her wrists mid-thrust, flip her onto her back before she can blink, and slam into her hard.
