Her rhythm stutters. I grab her hips and guide her right back to it.
“I said fucking ride me—”
She does. Head tipping back as her body starts chasing it again, riding me with slow, torturous friction. I can feel every flex of her thighs, every flutter of her cunt. I sit up slightly, still half-propped on my hands, just enough to drag my mouth along her throat, over the rapid pulse hammering there.
“You’re doing so fucking good, baby,” I grip out. “Fucking me so perfect.”
“Oh, God.” She lets out a helpless sound and moves faster, her rhythm getting messy and desperate.
“That’s right. I murmur, pulling her flush against me now, one hand sliding between us to find her clit with my thumb. “You wanna come? Then you do it with me.”
“Yes.” She nods wildly, body shaking as I start rubbing tight circles, perfectly in sync with every rock of her hips.
“Good girl.” I grit my teeth, cock throbbing inside her. “Feel how deep I am?”
She whimpers, nodding frantically. Her thighs tremble, her rhythm falters, and her knees slip just a little on the blanket beneath us.
She’s wearing herself out. She’s pushing for it, but she’s not gonna get there like this. Not the way I want her to.
“Baby,” I say low, catching her hips as she tries to grind down harder. “Easy.”
I sit up straighter, letting go of one elbow so I can wrap my arm around her back.
I kiss her and she melts into it instantly, hands fisting in my shirt, mouth open and needy. While she’s distracted, I lock both arms around her waist and flipthe rhythm. I adjust from underneath and start fucking up into her.
Her entire body jolts. A sound tears out of her throat, high and startled.
“Dom!” She gasps. “Oh my God!”
“Now it’s my turn,” I drawl, punctuating every word with another thrust.
She tries to respond. But her mouth only opens in another broken sob as I pound her pussy, fast and deep and relentless.
The slick sounds of our bodies colliding fill the air, obscene and perfect. She clings to me, arms around my neck, face buried in my shoulder.
“My perfect fucking girl,” I snarl against her ear.
She throws her head back, gasping. “Dom! I can’t…”
“Yes you can.” My grip tightens, holding her flush to me, keeping her exactly where I want her. “Take it. Take that cock, baby.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders. Her entire body starts to lock up, tight and trembling, teetering on the edge.
I thrust harder, deeper, dragging out another cry from her throat, and I grin against her neck.
“Don’t you dare come without me.”
A moan that sounds more like a sob tears out of her in response. I shift my grip, one hand locking around her lower back to keep her tight, the other sliding up, under her shirt, dragging over her ribs.
“You think I haven’t been staring at these in your tight little top?”
I hook my fingers under the neckline and pull enough to drag it down fast, exposing both her perfect tits. The fabric bunches under them, pushing them up.
Fuck, the sight of her like that…
My breath leaves me in a snarl.
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
