Her body undulated as I fingered her, knees pressing against my biceps. She clawed at the nightstand and found the condom, tearing the packet open with trembling fingers before thrusting it at me.
I hummed and leaned back on my heels. My cock jutted out and we both looked at it.
“You want it?” I asked.
“Shut up and fuck me, Jared.”
I grinned and nodded at the condom. “Put it on, then.”
She huffed like the insolent brat she was, then did as she was told. I groaned at the feel of her slim fingers around my shaft, the grip of her fist at its base. She flopped back on the pillows and looked at me expectantly.
I tsked and shook my head. “You want my cock, you’ll come here and fuck it for yourself.”
Her glare made blood rush down to the member in question. And when Iris bit her lip before arranging herself on her hands and knees before me, I bit back a groan. She held her panties aside and positioned me at her entrance, then backed herself onto my shaft in a slow, torturous movement.
“Good,” I said. “Keep going.”
“You’re such an asshole, Jared.”
My palm cracked against her ass cheek. She bucked, then slammed backward. We both groaned. Her head fell down between her shoulders as her fists curled against the pillows, and I almost gave in. It was the sight of her bare spine, the dark lace of her undergarments, the sight of my red, swollen cock inside the woman I’d been craving for weeks.
But with a whine, Iris began to rock herself against me, and I let out a long sigh. “Work yourself over my cock,” I told her, unable to tear my gaze away from her sensuous movements. She picked up the pace, her movements almost jagged, a frustrated moan slipping through her clenched teeth.
“Jared,” she complained.
“Yes, baby?”
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
She slammed back into me, and it took all my self-control not to meet her thrust for thrust. But this was a woman who needed to be cracked open. She didn’t just give herself up to anyone. The fact that she made those rules for us-that she thought she could keep herself from giving herself to me fully-made me want to take her to the edge and keep her there.
So I guessed she was right. I was an asshole.
“Fuck me,” she whined, backing herself onto my cock as hard as she could.
I hummed, then gripped her underwear and tugged it aside so I could get a better view. She moaned at the touch of my fingertips against her skin, her fists clenching into the pillows, so I met her next thrust with a hard one of my own.
Her answering moan nearly undid me. I held onto her by her underwear and gave her what she wanted, tugging her into my thrusts with my grip on that scrap of fabric. The unintelligible moans that slipped from her lips made my own curl into a smile. I ran my hands over her body and lost myself in the feel of her. The wetness. The tightness. The heat.
She was so perfect, it made my head spin.
Not wanting the moment to end, I pulled out of her and fit myself between the globes of her ass. When I heard her sharp inhalation, my gaze sharpened. I held her ass, guiding my cock in her cleft as her shoulders and chest fell onto the bed.
I’d never seen anything so good in my life.
“Do you want my cock in your ass?” I asked, and my voice was so dark I barely recognized it.
“I-I’ve never…” She turned her head to the side, and I could see her eyes were closed, her mouth open.
I smoothed my hands over her ass and waist, feeling the tremors that ran through her body. I pulled my hips away from her and looked down. The most violent wave of possession I’d ever felt took me over. This woman was mine, now and forever. She’d give herself to me completely. Maybe not tonight. Maybe not soon. But I’d die before I let her go.
I couldn’t resist the urge to slide my finger in her wet opening, feeling the grip of her inner muscles around me. I angled my cock at her opening and eased myself inside as my hands spread her ass wide. Her skin glistened from where my cock had been, and I brought my index finger to her rear hole, the digit coated in her juices. She grunted and backed into me when I slipped it past the first tight ring. Her skin held a sheen of sweat, her hair plastered to her temples.
“You’re going to come on my cock,” I told her as I picked up the pace, “and you’re going to scream my name while you do it.”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“And I’m going to keep this finger in your ass so you know how it feels to come with it there.”
“Yes,” was the desperate reply that came once more.
“When you’re ready, princess, I’m going to take you here. Not tonight. Not until you’re begging me for it.”
Her breath gusted out. “Jared-yes. Yes, yes, yes.”
“You belong to me, Iris,” I said, driving myself into her. “No matter how you try to deny it, I think you already know.”
“Yours,” she breathed.
“On your elbows, gorgeous. I want you to take all of me. Want you to feel how good it feels to have me filling you up like this. And when you come, you say my name. Got it?”
Something like a sob came from her, and then she was lifting herself onto her elbows once more. Words escaped me, and all that existed was the feel of this woman clenching around me, the darkness of my need for her consuming me. When she began to tremble and buck against me, I reached up to her shoulder with my free hand to pull myself deeper inside her, so she knew how it felt to take all of me. Her ass clenched around my finger as I drove it in and out of her ass, our bodies slapping together with wet, messy sounds.
My control was in tatters. I saw nothing but the color of her hair against the pillow, the glistening skin spread out beneath me. The shape of my handprint on her ass. She clenched and fluttered around me as she screamed my name-just like I told her to.
I groaned. “My perfect girl. Scream it, gorgeous. You take me so well. You feel so fucking good, Iris. Perfect. Need. You’re-” My own words were near gibberish as I panted them out, unable to think of anything except how good it felt to have this woman beneath me, giving me everything I’d ever wanted.
My release was moments behind hers. With my vision gone white and pleasure splintering through me, nothing existed but the feel of my woman around me.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.