She’s already trembling on the edge, thighs quaking, pussy clenching rhythmically around my fingers, but I don’t let her tip over yet.
I pull my hand free in one slow drag, making her whimper at the sudden emptiness. Then I rise over her, line myself up, and push inside her in a single, deep thrust, bare, thick, stretching her wide while she’s still swollen and hypersensitive from the first two orgasms.
Her eyes snap wide, mouth falling open on a choked gasp.
“Hayden!”
I don’t give her time to adjust. I start fucking her hard, long, punishing strokes that bottom out every time. She’s so tight, so slick, so perfect around me I have to grit my teeth to keep control.
I drop my mouth to hers, kissing her rough and deep, my tongue claiming every moan she tries to give me. One hand slides up to cup her breast, I pinch her nipple between thumb and forefinger hard, twisting just enough to make her arch and cry into my mouth.
“You love it when I’m mean to these pretty tits, don’t you?” I growl against her lips. “Love it when I pinch them raw while I fuck you.”
She nods frantically, tears of pleasure streaking down her temples. “Yes…God, yes.”
I switch to the other nipple, pinching and rolling it mercilessly while I pound into her deeper, faster. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to her.
I angle my hips, so every thrust drags the head of my cock over that swollen spot inside her the one that makes her sobmy name like a prayer. My free hand grips her hip, holding her exactly where I want her so I can grind against her clit with every brutal snap forward.
“Come on my cock,” I rasp into her mouth, never breaking the kiss. “Come so hard you soak me.”
She shatters.
The third orgasm rips through her like lightning, her whole-body seizing, back bowing so high only her shoulders and heels touch the mattress, inner walls clamping down on me in violent, pulsing waves. She screams into my kiss, raw, completely undone as she floods around my cock, trembling and convulsing so hard it drags me right to the edge with her.
I keep thrusting through it, deep, relentless pinching both nipples now, twisting them in time with my hips until she’s whimpering, oversensitive, shaking apart beneath me. Only then do I let myself go, burying deep one last time and coming hard inside her, hot pulses filling her while she flutters.
When it finally ends, we’re both wrecked, sweaty, gasping, tangled. I ease out slowly, watching the way she clenches like she doesn’t want to lose me, then collapse half on top of her, still kissing her through the aftershocks soft now, tender, swallowing her little whimpers.
I pull her into my chest, wrap around her like I’ll never let go, one hand gently soothing the reddened peaks of her breasts with slow circles.
“You did so good,” I murmur into her hair, voice softer, wrecked with awe. “Three times. Just like I wanted. You took everything I gave you.”
She laughs weak, breathless, utterly sated. “I… think you actually broke me this time.”
“Good.” I kiss her temple, then her mouth slow, lingering. “Because you’re mine to break and mine to put back together.” I pull her closer, “we will get the morning after pill for you.” ThenI’m getting her on the pill, because there will be nothing between us, when I fuck my girl.
She curls tighter against me, limbs heavy, already drifting toward sleep.
“I bet your book boyfriends are nothing now?” I ask laughing, and she slaps my hand.
I chuckle low, possessive, pressing my lips to her forehead.
She’s lying beside me, skin flushed, hair tangled like it’s been fighting me all afternoon which it kind of has, and her chest is still rising and falling like she ran a damn marathon.
Best cardio I’ve had in years.
I let out a quiet laugh and tilt my head to glance at her.
“That was...” she starts, then stops, trying to find the words.
“Yeah,” I say, smirking. “You’re welcome.”
She rolls her eyes but can’t stop smiling as she buries her face into the pillow. “Cocky much?”
I stretch an arm above my head. “Don’t flatter me, I’m just getting started. We still have the whole day.”
Her laugh is breathy, warm, and damn near addictive. She sits up, reaching for the oversized hoodie of mine lying at the end of the bed and shrugs into it.
