Page 128 of The Casanova Complex

She explodes, her body nearly levitating off the bed as her back bows, her thighs clamping together tightly around my head, her fingers twisting in the sheets, chanting my name over and over and over again.

I don’t stop until she’s limp and sated, sinking back into the mattress contentedly.

“God, how does that just keep getting better and better?” she breathes.

I chuckle against her thigh, pressing a kiss to the inside. “It’s you.” I drop another kiss to her pussy and then crawl up the mattress over her. “I’m fucking obsessed with you. Nothing, not a single thing in my life, has ever been as good as what it’s like with you. It’s all you, Merritt.”

It’s the truth, and maybe more emotional than the moment calls for, but she’s got my heart in her fist.

“Same. It feels like I’m experiencing everything for the first time with you.” She reaches up and curves her hand along my jaw. “I’m just as obsessed with you.” In one swift motion, she rolls me onto my back and settles over my hips, straddling me with her palms flat against my chest, her slick cunt resting on my erection. “It turns me on so much when you say stuff like that. Like how much you want me and how attracted you are to me.”

I smirk as I rake my hands up her sides. “Yeah?”

Merritt nods.

“Easy when I’m crazy about you.” My hands continue the path upward to the clasp that rests between her tits, deftly flicking it open and allowing them to spill free, then toss her bra to the side.

Perfect handfuls. Pert little nipples.

“I’m crazy about you too,” she whispers as she reaches for me, lifting slightly on her knees to notch the head of my cock at her entrance and then slowly sinking down, taking every inch until her clit hits my pelvis and I’m seated balls-deep inside of her.

My hands fist at her hips, fingers digging into the soft, plush skin there. Not to control her—no, this is all Merritt—but to keep myself in control. To keep this from being over before it’s even really begun.

Her head falls back, and her lips part. “Ugh. I’m…” Her throat bobs. “So full like this. You’re so deep.”

I grunt.

Yeah, and I’m two seconds from blowing and filling her with so much cum it’ll be leaking out of her for days.

But I keep that thought to myself because I would really fucking hate for my girlfriend to know that she’s turning me into a goddam minute man.

That I’m currently possessing the self-control of a horny virgin.

Each time she rolls her hips, her clit drags against my pelvis, and her fingers curl into my stomach, those pretty green nails of hers marking me. A small bite of pain that only makes me even harder, more feral for her.

My palm curves under her tit, and I roll her nipple between my fingers, tugging roughly on it as she starts to ride me.

“Fuck, you feel good, baby,” I exhale a groan, my gaze falling to see my dick sliding in and out of her wet cunt as she rides me, mesmerized at watching her take me. “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks. Dreaming about this pretty little pussy stretching around my cock.”

Her eyes flutter open with a lust-filled gleam. “Tell me.”

“What?”

“About what you dreamed about. I want to hear it, Goalie,” she pants, rising up to impale herself back down roughly.

I bring my fingers to her cunt, circling her clit, feeling how fucking soaked she is when her arousal coats my fingers. “That make you wet? To hear about how after every time we were together, I came home and went straight to the shower and fucked my fist thinking about you? Imagining it was you on your knees with your hands clasped behind your back as I fucked your throat.”

She moans when I move to her clit and circle it with my thumb. “Oh God.”

“I thought about how much I wished instead of me stroking my cock, it was you face down on the bed, that sexy fucking ass raised in the air for me. About how I’d eat you from behind first and get you nice and wet and messy for me, and then I’d slowly sink my cock into your ass and my fingers in your pussy.”

I roll her clit between my fingers, and she claws at my stomach, her chest heaving, glistening with a sheen of sweat as she bounces on me.

“Bennett! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

Her movements turn erratic, losing her rhythm as she chases her orgasm, so I lift my hips from the bed and slam into her from below, thrusting hard and fast.

“Jesus fucking Christ. Do you know how much I want to fuck you in the ass? I’m obsessed with this ass.” I bring my hand down on her cheek, spanking her hard.