Even if she didn’t know it yet.
“Don’t let it happen again. Understood?” Unable to stop myself, I added a second one on her other tit before continuing down her body. I’d intended to slowly tease her until she was a whimpering mess beneath me, but at the first stroke of my tongue up her slit, I lost it.
Lost control.
Forcing a hand under her ass, I tilted her pelvis to give me more access as I ate with greedy need. Her legs tried to close on instinct, but I wasn’t sure if she was trying to get away from the onslaught or hold me closer. Since all her movement did was press her thighs to the side of my head, it didn’t really matter.
I wasn’t going anywhere.
I slid a finger inside her. Then another, focusing my teeth and tongue on her clit. It didn’t take long before she tightened around my fingers and cried out, “Tripp.”
That soothed something deep in me.
I wanted more of it.
I didn’t ease back. Not when she tried to wiggle away. Not when she whined. Not when she threatened.
I kept the brutal intensity until the taste of her second release flooded my mouth and her juices coated my face.
Keeping my hold on her ass, I moved over her body before rolling and taking her with me. Her pussy was still twitching with aftershocks as I surged up to fill her in one harsh thrust. It took every bit of willpower I had, but I forced myself to remain still.
“Ride me,” I ordered gruffly.
She didn’t hesitate.
Her hips rotated, testing my control as she found her positioning. And then she moved. Rocking. Bouncing. Grinding down to get pressure on her needy clit. I moved my thumb to give it to her but otherwise remained still as she fucked herself on my length.
When her lids started to lower, I took my touch away to grip her hip and still her. “Eyes open.”
It seemed to take a lot of effort, but my good girl obeyed.
Resuming my focus on her clit, I held that eye contact as she found her rhythm again.
I wanted her to take her pleasure from me.
And I wanted her to be aware of who it was under her.
After a few minutes, her movements became jerkier. Faster. Her soft moans grew louder with each quick bounce.
Every positive film review. Every glowing piece on me. Every standing ovation, fan scream, or roar of approval.
None of it held a damn candle to the pride that surged in me each time I made her moan.
Each time I made her come.
She tightened around me, and her words were a raspy cry when she begged, “Please, Tripp.Please.”
Knowing what she needed, I gripped her hips and took control. I slid her up and down my cock, keeping the relentless pace she needed.
Her head dropped forward, her unfocused eyes meeting mine. The corner of her mouth curved up in a soft, sexy as hell smile just before she whispered, “Tripp.”
Her orgasm.
My name in that voice.
That damn smile.
Even if I wanted to hold out, it was impossible. I came so hard my vision tunneled, filling her before planting myself deep.
