Her eyes stayed on mine in the glass until she couldn’t keep them open anymore.
“Fuck,” I growled. “You feel so fucking good.”
She shook against me, gripping the edge of the mirror frame. I kept going until my arm started to give out. The burn turned white-hot. I had to slow down, panting against the back of her neck.
“My shoulder,” I gritted out.
I didn’t pull out. I stayed buried inside her, my chest heaving, one hand still locked on her hip.
She reached back, her fingertips brushing over my arm. “We can take a break if you need to.”
“I don’t want to stop.” I pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades. “I want you to get on top of me.”
She met my eyes in the mirror and bit her lip. “Okay. Then lie back on the bed. Let me ride you.”
My cock twitched at her words. I pulled out and followed her to the bed.
I lay back against the pillows while she climbed over me, straddling my hips.
She leaned down and braced one hand on my chest. I reached between us, lined myself up, and watched her face as she sank down onto me.
“Christ,” I groaned.
The mattress creaked under us as she rolled her hips.
Her hair kept falling in her face. I gripped her thighs while she lifted and sank back down. She was so wet and tight. My vision blurred.
Her tank top rode up, showing the dark edge of the bruise on her ribs. It made something twist in my chest, but then she moaned loudly, and I stopped giving a damn.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I gritted out. “Ride me just like that. You feel so good.”
She braced her hands on my chest and took me deeper, her thighs flexing with every roll. I couldn’t stay still. I thrust up to meet her, my good hand sliding up to grip her hip, using the leverage to drive into her.
“Brock—” Her voice broke.
I did it again and again, chasing that tight squeeze every time I hit deep. My eyes stayed locked on her flushed face.
“That’s it, take it. You’re gonna come for me again, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “I'm close.”
“I can feel it. You’re gripping me so fucking hard.”
“You feel so deep like this.”
She cried out, her head tipping back. I kept thrusting up into her, my arm burning from the effort.
“Come on. Let me feel it. Come on my cock.”
She came with a sharp cry, her body locking up as she clenched around me.
I didn’t stop. I kept driving up through it, fucking her until she whimpered and shook on top of me.
She collapsed forward onto my chest, moaning into my ear. Her breasts pressed hard against me, heavy and warm.
That was it.
“Fuck—Starlin’—” The sound tore out of me as my hips jerked up hard.