I unbuckle my belt, the metallic sound making her shiver with anticipation. I push my jeans and boxers down just enough to free myself, rock hard and aching.
“Is this what you want?” My hands drag over the curve of her ass, squeezing hard. “You want me to fuck you like this?”
“Yes,” she breathes, pushing back against me.
“So wet for me,” I murmur as I slide my hand between her legs, circling her clit with my thumb until she whimpers. “Always so ready.”
I position myself behind her, gripping her hips with bruising force as I sink into her in one powerful stroke. She cries out, her back arching beautifully as I stretch her.
“Fuck.”
I pull back slowly before slamming into her again, setting a rhythm that has her gasping. Her fingers claw at the couch cushions, desperate for purchase as I drive into her mercilessly.
“Is this what you wanted, sweet girl?” I ask, fisting her hair and pulling just enough to tilt her neck back. “To be fucked like this?”
“Yes,” she moans, the word breaking on a particularly deep thrust. “God, yes.”
I lean over her, my chest against her back, one hand bracedon the arm of the couch while the other slides around to pinch her nipple.
“Rowan,” she gasps, her inner walls clenching with each press of my hips against hers.
I’m barely holding on to my control. The sight of her bent over, taking me so perfectly, her skin flushed pink where my fingers have gripped is way too much. I want to make this last, want to draw out every second of pleasure for her, but my body is screaming for release.
“Touch yourself,” I demand, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
She obeys immediately, her hand sliding between her legs. The moment her fingers find her clit, her body jerks slightly, a broken moan escaping her lips.
“That’s it, baby,” I encourage, slowing my pace. “Show me how good it feels.”
Her breathing grows ragged, her whimpers higher and desperate. She’s so damn close.
I lean down, my lips brushing her ear. “Come for me, Violet.”
She shatters beneath me, her release crashing through her in waves. I hold her steady as she rides it out, but I’m not done with her yet.
forty-one
. . .
Violet
Before I can even think of catching my breath, he’s flipping me again, strong hands guiding me on top of him as he sits back on the couch. His eyes burn into mine, dark with hunger that hasn’t been sated.
“My turn,” he growls. “I want to watch you ride me.”
My thighs tremble as I hover above him. He’s fully clothed except for his jeans pushed down just enough, and there’s something wildly erotic about being completely naked while he remains dressed.
“Go on,” he urges, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of my hips. “Take what you want.”
I lower myself slowly, gasping as he fills me again. From this angle, he feels impossibly deep, hitting places inside me that make my vision blur. His hands guide my movements at first, lifting me up and bringing me back down in a way that has us both groaning.
“God, you feel like heaven,” he groans, his eyes never leaving mine as I begin to move on my own, finding a pace that has pleasure sparking through my veins.
His length stretches me perfectly, the rigid hardness of himpulsing inside me with each movement. I roll my hips, and he groans.
“You feel that?” he rasps, his voice like gravel. “How hard I am for you? Been thinking about this for days—being buried inside you, having you choke my cock.”
I whimper, my pace faltering as his words send heat spiraling through me.
