Page 126 of Bound By Fire
I’m going to wreck her.
I shrug out of my jacket and throw it over the two-seater. My hands go to my belt. I have it open and my zipper down mere seconds later. I push my pants and my briefs down to mid-thigh and free my cock, and I exhale through my teeth at the relief of it.
I’m leaking. A drop of pre-cum slides down the length of me.
I step up behind her. I put one hand on the dip of her lower back, the other on my cock, and I line myself up. The crown of me drags through her wetness, and she shudders.
“Spread your legs a little wider for me, sweetheart.”
What the fuck did I just call her?
Shit.
I can’t do that again.
She does as I ask, and I push into her tight heat.
I have to lock my jaw to keep from crying out. She’s hot, snug, and so fucking soaked it’s trickling down her inner thighs.
“You feel good,” I grind out.
She whimpers.
Her body grips me. I take it slow. I give her time. I watch myself disappear into her an inch at a time, and I have to look away halfway because if I keep watching, I am going to come.
She moans, long and low.
I bottom out. Her head drops between her shoulders. She makes a noise that’s somewhere between a whimper and a curse.
I hold there. Just for a second.
Her pussy is squeezing me in the best possible way. My dragon is right there at the surface, pleased, rumbling in my chest. I feel my eyes shift. I have to drop my head and stare at the small of her back until they settle again.
Then I start to move.
I pull almost all the way out, watching the slick length of my cock emerge, and I drive back in. Hard.
She cries out.
I do it again.
It doesn’t take long to find the rhythm and the angle to reach the places inside her that make her arch and gasp my name. Her ass jiggles every time I bottom out, soft and full and perfect, and I cannot stop watching it. Her tits swing forward and back with the force of it. Then there’s the wet sound of my cock pumping into her, together with the slap of my hips against her ass.
Her breath catches on every thrust.
“Christ, Robyn.” I run a hand up her spine. “Look at you.”
“So good.” She lifts her ass up higher, opening herself to me, and I slide in deeper.
“Fuuuuuck!” I groan.
I grip her hips with both hands, and I take her harder.
She is so fucking tight. Every stroke is a fight, but, at the same time, her pussy is greedy. It pulls me in, holds me, and doesn’t want to let me go each time I drag back out. The drag is agony. The push back in is worse.
I am not going to last.
I clench my jaw and try to slow down, and she moans in protest and pushes back into me, and I lose what little control I’ve scraped together.
