She rocks her hips against mine, and her command spur me on, proving to me that I haven’t hurt her and she is completely on board with the hard and fast idea, and I draw my hips back then plunge deep into her again.
God…
So.
Fucking.
Good.
She rolls her hips to meet the movement and grinds her clit against the root of my cock in a way that has her eyes rolling up into the back of her head as she drops it against the tree behind her, exposing the long column of her neck, the smooth, pale skin glistening with the rain.
Christ…
Watching the drops trail down is too fucking tempting.
I dip my head and drag my tongue from the hollow of her throat up along her neck, following a rivulet to where it started just behind her ear where I suck greedily. She moans, her pussy quivering around me before she clamps down again and my balls draw up tight.
It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone, and I would love to blame how on edge I am on that sad fact, but it isn’t just pent-up need. It’s this woman. It’s the fact that every argument we’ve ever had has felt like foreplay leading to this moment. And now that I’m inside her, I can’t imagine not being.
So fucking hot.
So damn slick.
So impossibly tight that every drag of the head of my cock inside her feels like being gloriously strangled by her cunt.
I bring my hips back and drive into her again and again, each movement frantic, frenzied, almost feral, as if I’m not in control of my own body and neither is she.
That primal need to fuck.
To claim.
To possess.
It’s overtaken me.
I capture her mouth again, desperately needing to taste her as I fuck her, to swallow down each whimper and moan to save them from being stolen by the storm.
My hand tightens on her hip, and I shift the other one up into her wet hair, tilting her head sideways, moving her exactly how I want her so I can delve my tongue deep along hers and truly savor the flavor of this woman.
She’s just as fiery tasting as I knew she would be, matching the attitude she’s always thrown at me. The type of woman who can’t be ignored, whether good or bad.
In most cases—until this very fucking moment—it’s been bad for me. Being the focus of her ire has led to far too many headaches and sleepless nights. It’s been a battle of wills that I often lost to her unwittingly, but I won’t lose to her now.
I refuse to come, no matter how badly my body is begging to release inside her, no matter how intensely that tingle races up and down my spine, no matter how tight my balls may be, no matter how harshly I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming, I won’t until she does around my cock.
She whimpers against my lips, and I kiss her again, devouring her as each harsh thrust slams her against the tree. Every drag of my hips and violent drive into her as she rocks against me pushes us further toward the cliff, both of us seeking her release.
For as much as I know about Raven Perry, I don’t know what it’ll take to get her off, to make her come undone in my arms and on my dick, but it has to happen.
And soon.
I release her hip and slide my hand between us until my thumb finds her clit. She bucks at the gentlest brush of my calloused thumb against it and groans.
Grinning against her lips, I keep grinding my hips, keep pumping into her as I graze against her most sensitive place. “Like that?”
She whimpers again and nods, and I do it again, rolling gently, even as I drive into her harder and harder.
Her body trembles, her legs tightening around me, and I move my thumb faster and push down harder, giving her more friction until she’s panting, her head thrashing back and forth.
