In a blink, he’s sheathed and settled between my legs again. My back arches, fingertips greedily scrabbling to pull him closer. He grips himself, rubbing the head of his cock up and down along my swollen, sensitive clit.
I whimper. “Don’t tease me.”
He kisses me as he thrusts forward, swallowing my cry. It’s a snug fit that fills me completely, leaving me lost for words. He pushes into me until he meets resistance, the base of his pelvis rubbing my clit.
Euphonia floods my core, and my legs wrap around his waist. “Oh, god.”
“Shit.” His hips stutter and he grabs my waist roughly, dropping his forehead to my shoulder. He falls still for a moment, exhaling slowly like he’s channeling his control. “You feel so goddamn good, Tink. So fucking tight.”
Once his composure returns a second later, his lips tug into a wicked smirk. He lowers his mouth to my ear and his warm breath skirts my skin. “I’m going to fuck you nice and hard, and you’re going to be quiet for me like a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh.” My voice is breathy, my body desperate for him to start moving.
He eases his length out before he thrusts inside me, rattling the equipment behind us. My eyes squeeze shut, overwhelmed by the sudden rush of pleasure. Our bodies align together so perfectly it’s like it was by design. It’s so much more intense than anything I’ve experienced with anyone else.
“Do you feel how hard I am for you?” He plunges into me, nudging my G-spot.
“Yes.” I gasp as my walls clench around him, embarrassingly close to coming already.
With the next snap of his hips, my purse falls off the table beside us and crashes to the floor, its contents scattering all over.
“Leave it,” I beg. “Don’t stop.”
His growl tells me he had no intention of stopping. Body rolling, he rocks into me, going deeper and creating friction where I need it most. He hits the perfect spot inside over and over, relentlessly dragging me up to the peak as I hold onto him for dear life.
Pleasure coils in my core as I teeter on the edge, entirely at his mercy. A string of pleas slips through my lips, desperate for release—and then he gives it to me, expertly fucking me through an earth-shattering orgasm.
When he’s finished, I’m reduced to a quivering, boneless mess, and I’m so sensitive I can’t handle another second of stimulation.
“Give me a sec.” Sighing, I slump against him.
He huffs a low laugh and kisses the crown of my head. “Only one.”
CHAPTER 18
LIKE THAT
TYLER
There’s nothing hotter than watching Seraphina unravel beneath me.
I have no idea how I held it together while she came all over my cock, especially when it’s been a few months since I last had sex. Since we had sex, specifically, because I haven’t been with anyone else. Maybe all my mental training from hockey has paid off in other areas.
She rests her head on my shoulder, her rose-gold hair spilling in a curtain against my dark shirt. Somewhere along the way, I must’ve pulled out the bow holding her ponytail together. I have no idea when—or where it went.
Her chest heaves with a contented sigh as I rub her back, waiting for her to recover. She’s soft and warm in my arms, her wet pussy gripping me so tightly I could easily bust on the spot if I let myself. My cock twitches impatiently, but I know she’s overstimulated and needs a breather.
Another couple of seconds pass and Seraphina pulls herself upright, giving me an expectant look. Her rosy lips are kiss-swollen, her cheeks flushed, and her eyelids are heavy with pleasure.
She inches forward slightly, bringing her lips to mine. “Keep going. Fuck me.”
I love how unabashed she is. It’s one of my favorite things about her.
“I have a better idea.” Reaching beneath her bare thighs, I lift her off the table without disconnecting our bodies. She holds onto me as I shuffle a few steps backward and lower to sit in a nearby chair so she’s straddling me.
Her chocolate eyes flash with understanding, and her fingertips land on my jaw as she brings her mouth to mine. “Gonna make me do all the work now, Hades?”
“I’ve been picturing you riding my cock ever since that morning in my room.” I brush my lips against hers as my hands coast up her bare ribcage to cup her tits. They’re a perfect handful, supple and weighty in my palms. My fingers pinch her nipples through the lace of her bra, reveling in the way they harden beneath my touch. “Actually, I’ve been thinking about it ever since XS.”
Placing her hands on my shoulders, she rises onto her knees until we’re nearly separated. My body protests and my hips lift reflexively, driven by the primal urge to stay balls deep inside of her. Her mouth tugs into a coy smile as she pauses, driving me crazy with anticipation.
“You mean like this?” She sinks down, taking me fully, and it’s so good I swear I nearly black out.
“Fuck, yes.” The words are a tortured groan across my lips. “Just like that.”
This is like living out every fantasy I’ve ever had. I’ve been imagining her, dreaming about her, and jerking off to her for weeks, and the reality is even better. I’ve never been so hard in my life. Her little miniskirt takes the hotness of this whole equation to the next level.
Hiking up the plaid fabric covering her lower half, I look down at where our bodies are joined. My dick hardens even more at the sight of her wrapped around me, her folds pink and swollen and slick with her arousal.
“That’s it,” I husk, watching her glistening pussy slide up and down my cock. “Look how pretty you are taking all of me. Every single inch.”
That earns me a breathy moan because she likes being praised and I know it. She picks up speed, somehow taking me even deeper, and I bottom out inside of her, groaning her name. As much as I’d like to break our three-orgasm record, tonight isn’t going to be the night that happens.
Seraphina grinds against me again, swirling her hips. She feels like heaven, and I’m dangerously close to losing control. All I can hope for is making sure she gets there again first.
Bracketing her waist with my hands, I thrust up to meet her so the base of my cock gives her the friction she needs.
Her mouth falls open in a soft gasp. “It’s too good, Ty. I—ah, I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. We both know you’ve got more than one in you.” Slipping one hand between our bodies, I tease her clit, slowly rubbing and circling while her body trembles, her pussy throbbing around my dick.
With a few more strokes of my fingers, her breath hitches.
“Oh.” She cries out, louder than we should be, but I can’t bring myself to care. “Oh, god.”
“Good girl.” Pleasure builds at the base of my spine. It’s a warning signal to slow down, but she’s too far gone for me to stop her. “Come on my cock.”
Her walls clench around me and squeeze so tightly, I can’t hold back. White-hot pleasure tears through me, and my hold on her waist tightens until I know I’ll leave marks on her skin later.
My mouth angles against hers, muffling her scream as we both fall apart. I come harder than I ever have before, pulsing and twitching inside of her, spilling into the condom while she kisses me frantically, her nails digging into my back. It’s frenzied and needy, desperate and wild, like hurtling toward some kind of oblivion.