She giggles and does it again. “Good. Do it.”
I growl, a deep, feral sound.
But she doesn’t give me a chance. She opens wide and takes me to the back of her throat, humming as she goes.
My head falls back and I close my eyes. “Fuck, Summer.”
She sucks me slow, but firm, hands working the base, head bobbing eagerly.
When I finally get my act together and chance a look down at her, I find her staring up at me with an almost worshipful expression on her face.
I slide a hand over the line of her jaw. “You love this, don’t you?”
She hums and nods, head tilting into my hand a little.
My opposite hand wraps in her thick ponytail. “Touch yourself.”
She blinks but removes one hand, sliding it down between her legs, eyes hooding when she gets there.
“That’s it.” I thrust into her mouth slowly, letting her focus on herself, watching her slide one finger in and pull it back out to swirl at her clit, lids fluttering as she does.
When her eyes close and she moans, I almost explode on the spot. I squeeze her ponytail tighter, holding her head still, and increase the speed of my thrusts into her mouth.
“What a good fucking girl you are. Fucking your fingers while I fuck your throat.”
Her eyes flip up to mine instantly, going wide right as her chest and neck go pink. She looks like a little rodeo doll down in front of me. She cries out around my cock, body shaking as she comes apart beneath me.
And I’m the lucky son of a bitch that gets to watch. It’s too much. I can’t wait any longer. My hands are under her arms, and I’m picking her up, kicking off my pants, bending her over, pushing her face first onto my bed.
She crawls up onto all fours, baring herself to me, whimpering desperately. “Rhett, please.”
I squeeze my cock hard in my fist, eyes glued to her pussy clenching and releasing with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“Fuck. Summer. Hang on. I need a condom.”
“No,” she whines. “I want it. I want you. Just you.” She glances at me over her shoulder, eyes wild and sparkly. I don’t think she means to, but her back arches, which pushes her ass out toward me.
“I’ve never not used a condom,” I say, licking my lips.
“I have an IUD. I’m clean.”
My hands are on her ass, rubbing. Spreading. Back to shaking just a bit. My cock throbs like it never has before, and my bed puts her at the perfect height to slide into.
“Are you sure, Summer?” I ask, slipping two fingers into her dripping pussy.
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, rocking her hips back toward me.
I groan and notch the thick head of my cock against her.
“More.” Her slender fingers grip the sheets. She doesn’t move, but she’s begging me to.
I wrap my hands around her hips and push into her slowly, carefully. She always feels so small, and looking down, watching the way her body stretches to take me, just drives that fact home.
“Fuck,” she breathes out. “That feels . . .”
“Incredible,” I finish, savoring the feel of being bare inside her as I seat myself to the hilt. Skin on skin. Memorizing every pulse, every twitch and flutter. It’s other-fucking-worldly.
“Again.”
“Princess, I need a second. You should see how you look from here.”
“Tell me.” She wiggles against me, peeking over her shoulder again. Flushed cheeks, wisps of hair on her temples. A hungry gleam in her eye. I feel her pussy clamp down on my cock when she says, “Tell me how I look.”
I growl, sliding one hand up her back, pressing her down onto the bed while the other hand grabs the back strap of her chaps and hikes her ass up, positioning her how I want her.
I pull out and thrust back in. “You look perfect.”
“More.”
I pump in and out of her, letting one hand trail down her spine. “I love this indent down your back. And this ass.” I squeeze hard, gripping it and letting go, watching the white fingerprints turn pink and smiling when she wiggles it at me again. I give her one firm slap and hear the breath whoosh out of her lungs.
I reach between us and rub a finger against her pussy where it hugs my cock. A shiver races down her spine as I do. “You look like you were born to take my cock.”
She moans. “Jesus, I love it when you say shit like that.”
I smile victoriously and slam into her, watching her body shake with the force of my thrust. “Princess, you look like you were made for me.”
Her voice is hushed when she responds. But I catch it all the same.