“Max…” She sighs, and I groan as her body clenches around me. “More. I need…”
I obey, driving harder, moaning at the wet heat around my cock. She feels amazing. Sounds even better.
Using my teeth on her nipples prompts her to jerk and twitch. Sliding my hand under her, I tilt her hips so I can thrust even deeper.
“Yes!” Her legs encircle my ass, locking in as she rides me from underneath. “Harder. Please, Max. Harder.”
Despite her words, she’s already squeezing me rhythmically, and I know she’s right on the edge. I can be a gentleman.
I give her what she wants, or at least as much as I can from this position. I push up on my hands, supporting myself with the arm of the couch.
The couch groans as I thrust into her.
She makes an inhuman sound. “Yes! Like that. Don’t stop. Don’t?—”
“Come for me, Nika. Now.” I grind out the command, bracing for what I know is about to happen.
She grips me so tightly, I can barely move. Her head thrashes on the couch cushions and her legs slacken as she loses herself in euphoric bliss. She does this all silently, her jaw so rigid that I can see the tendons in her neck.
Slowly, she starts to relax, her chest heaving.
I pull out. “You said you wanted it deeper, right?”
She cracks one eye open, peeking through the section of ponytail that’s landed on her face. That dark gaze shines through her white hair.
Before she can respond, I grip her hips and shove her over the arm of the couch. “You want it deep. I’ll give it to you deep.”
Her confused little whimper morphs into a gasp as I finish maneuvering her, with the padded arm pressed against her belly.
Then I line up behind her and enter with one thrust.
Her strangled moan is everything I hoped for, as is the tight, soaking wet pussy I begin ramming into. With both hands on her hips, I keep her from falling over as the slap of skin on skin fills the room.
“Yes, Max.” Her hands scramble to find purchase on the upholstery, to lift herself up. Every time she does, she squeezes more. “Don’t stop.”
I’m about to lose my damn mind. My balls are so constricted, so ready to let loose, it’s a steady, building ache.
I can’t stop. I ram into her over and over, my exhaustion forgotten, my earlier stiffness all centered in one place. Everything else fades away except this. Except her. The way she feels around me and her stuttering gasps.
The way she’s taking everything I give and demanding more.
She’s perfect. Sweet and strong and soft and all mine.
I’ve never claimed anyone before. I’ve never wanted to. I didn’t even know I could need a woman like this.
Her body goes taut, back arching and rising over the side of the couch. Her breasts, rose gold in the firelight, bounce with our thrusts.
Reaching around her chest, I run my hands up her body. I pause to play with her tits, letting them move in my palms while I roll and pinch her nipples. Then, I dare to reach farther by encircling her neck with one hand.
Her fingers press over mine. She just holds me in place around her throat, every breath shuddering against my palm.
Once more, she contracts around me.
I’m not going to be able to restrain myself this time. As her orgasm escalates to a breaking point, her other hand comes up and fondles her own breast.
The sight, along with the steady clenching along my shaft, becomes too much.
My cock drives even deeper, hitting something inside her that makes her scream. She convulses, pulsing around me and dragging me over the edge with her.
