In response, his mouth clamps around my clit, the suction hard and ferocious.
Almost unbearable, I try to move away from his voracious mouth, digging my heels into the floor, fighting for leverage. He flings an arm across my hips, holding me in place, feasting on me as though he’s a starving man. I squirm and writhe, the fabric of the carpet rubbing along my back. A lightning bolt of pleasure shoots through me, sharp and unexpected. I scream as my back bows off the carpet.
Not letting up his assault, he plunges two fingers high and hard inside me, pumping in time to the movement of his mouth. Out of nowhere, a violent orgasm tears through me. A low, guttural moan escapes as my hips grind, wanton against his face.
With a vicious curse, he moves up my body, giving me no chance to rest or gather my thoughts. He kisses me hard, his tongue stroking into my mouth, making me crazy. I can taste and smell myself everywhere. It should be humiliating. It should cool me. But it does none of those things.
Instead, I get lost in it, throwing my arms around his neck and devouring him in a wet, dirty kiss.
When we finally break apart, we both pant for breath. I’m slick with sweat, and he’s not in any better shape. The sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones combine with the dark passion in his eyes, making his face primitive and dangerous.
Eyes locked on mine, he rises to his knees, tilts my hips, and drives hard and high inside me.
I cry out at the force as I slide against the carpet.
He yanks me back, stilling, before brushing a lock of hair from my cheek. “Abby, you’re so tight.”
I nod.
After long, excruciating moments, my muscles ease and I adjust to his invasion.
Moaning, he begins to move. His hips circle as he grinds his pelvis over my ultrasensitive clit with each stroke.
He’s slow, methodical, creating an unexpected ache. Over and over, he rotates his lean hips. Building my pleasure. On his next thrust, I keen as my body jolts with that upward climb.
He growls, picking up his tempo. Frustrated my dress restrains my arms, and I’m unable to touch him, I twist beneath him. Pinned down, I can’t deny my helplessness increases my desire. Pleasure, sharp as a knife, makes my muscles clench around his thick cock.
“Good girl.” He shifts, moving over me so his chest abrades my nipples.
“Harder.” My cry is breathless.
He complies, driving me.
The sweat drips off both our bodies.
“Come again.”
I want to, so badly, but as I strain to reach it, it slips farther from my grasp. “I can’t.”
“Yes. You can.” His voice is harsh above me.
“I-I…” I sputter, unable to form a complete sentence.
“Tell me to fuck you.”
At his words, my body pulses but I don’t tip over the edge.
His hips piston fast and furious, and I rise to meet his punishing thrusts.
He rumbles something low and unintelligible. Then the room spins as he flips us over so I’m sprawled on top of him. He jerks my dress the rest of the way down my arms so it bunches around my waist, and frees me. I plant my hands on his chest to steady myself.
A hard, sharp blow lands full on my ass. Shocking and thrilling me. Yes, this is what I need.
“Say it,” he orders. “Tell me to fuck you.”
The words won’t leave my throat. He delivers a rapid series of slaps that mixes with the fiery burn from before, amplifying the sensations. Wanton, I throw my hips back into his waiting palm, slamming down on his cock.
He grips my hips, helping me along. “Yes, work that cunt.”