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"Time's up. Get me inside you."
I hurry to obey him, sitting up as I rise and reach between us. His cock is covered in my wetness, making it easy for me to slide down every inch of him.
"Law," I sigh once he's filled me completely.
"I heard your voice purring my name all week long. Like a fucking mantra in my ear," he says huskily. Then he sits up and whispers. "Are you still a whore?" All I can do is nod as he falls back to the pillow. "Then, fuck me like the whore you are and make me shout your name."
A shiver runs down my spine, and a second later, I'm rising on him, slamming down, rising again. He hisses, hands moving from my hips to my ass, gripping it tightly, making me move my pelvis forward each time I come down on him. I toss my head back, arch my back, and ride him faster, harder, his groans and grunts edging me on.
"Ride this cock. Take all the pleasure you want from it. Fuck yourself on me."
"Oh my God." I breathe, his words going far past my ears. They flood my veins, fusing with my blood to shoot straight to where it's been rushing to since the moment I walked in this room. Hell, long before that. My swollen clit, where the tension is quickly becoming unbearable.
"You like when I use your body to get off, don't you?"
He lifts me up and drives me down on his cock again.
"You love it when I pound my cock into you, don't you?"
"Yes!" I scream when he arches up into me as I ride him like crazy. My quaking thighs burn from how quickly I move on him, but I want to come again. I want him to come, so I can look down at him while he falls into the pleasure I'm giving him.
"Don't you want me to fill you with my dirty cum?"
"Please," I beg.
"I told you to make me scream your name, and you haven't done it yet. Don't you want to hear that, Sophie?"
I squeeze my pussy around him, and he hisses, then chuckles. "Yeah, you want it. Come on. Make me scream like a good whore. Show me what this pussy can do to me."
I lean forward, grinding my clit against him, still chasing my own high, but determined to, in fact, drag that scream out of him. Bringing my lips to his neck, I suck the skin into my mouth, between my teeth, leaving my own mark. He groans, but it's not enough. His hands move from my ass to trail up my spine until he reaches my shoulders, holding me tight to him. All I can do is circle my hips. And it seems to be more than enough because he grunts, arching up into me harder. I squeeze around him again and again, moving my lips from his neck, through his beard, to his mouth.
For once, I dominate the kiss, bringing my hands up to tilt his head the way I want it, sliding my tongue into his mouth first. His deep groan vibrates from his mouth to mine, and I know he's close. From how he's now giving me jerky, quick thrusts. From how tight his hands hold me, as if me moving would end him right now. I suck on his tongue and hear the most satisfying grunt, letting me know I'm getting what I wanted from him... Almost.
I rip my mouth away from his, just in time.
"Sophie!" he shouts. "Shit, Sophie."
I sit up and smirk down at him, as I watch him with his eyes closed, forehead furrowed, mouth open with his heavy breaths. I'm doing this to him. Making him lose control, making his face twist up with pleasure. I squeeze my pussy on him one more time, just to remind him. His eyes slowly open.
"Full of yourself, huh?" he asks.
"No. I'm full of you."
He arches up into me at my words. "I'm pretty sure I can get one more orgasm out of you."
"You can try," I challenge him.
He sits up and speaks against my lips. "You really don't understand just who you're playing games with, do you?"
"Show me," I whisper.
"Put your arms around me," he tells me.
The moment I do, his hands are on my hips, picking me up only to slam me back down on him. A surprised gasp escapes me. All I can do is hold on as he makes me fuck him. I don't have time to circle my hips with how fast he's driving into me. I arch, I cling to him, I let him send me hurdling toward another orgasm. And I want it. I need it. I crave it more than my next breath. It's right there, calling me, beckoning me closer. But also taunting me, just out of my reach because I need more. More. More. The word repeats in my mind until it comes bursting out of my mouth.
"More," I beg him. I'm that desperate for what I know only he can give me. As if I haven't already come twice tonight. I really am becoming greedy. I like it.
"Harder." My voice breaks with something very close to a cry. The tension building in me needs release that badly.
