Page 35 of Poisoned Promise
She clutches at my bare shoulders with both hands and gasps, then she grunts as I thrust forward another inch, then she moans as I thrust forward and bottom out inside her with every inch I have to give.
Her breath trembles in the air between us, her dark eyes roll, and her beautiful, luscious lips curve into the perfectO.
I lift one hand and clutch her chin, then draw her in and kiss her hard. She melts into me, shaking like a leaf, and the walls of her pussy quiver and tremble rhythmically around me.
Wait a second…
“Did you cum?” I ask, barely able to hide my laugh.
Dove gasps again and her nail turns into sharp pinpricks against my shoulders. “D-Don’t laugh!”
“Am I really that good?”
“Fuck no,” she whimpers, biting her lower lip. “It’s just been a l-long time.” Crimson flushes up her throat and warms her cheeks, making her glow and my heart swells with utter adoration for her.
“I am that good,” I smirk and I kiss her again, this time using the movement to press her down flat on the table. “Second one will be even better.”
She tries to speak, but I brace one hand on the table and start fucking her, and all her words are lost to the sweetest little whimpers and gasps that pour from her like raindrops.
I commit every single one to memory.
Every gasp.
Ever whimper.
Every moan.
Every twitch of her body, jolt of her breasts, tightening of her pussy as I pound into her with everything I have.
Fifteen years of pent-up love and loss pour into every thrust, as if I can fuck her hard enough that she’ll never leave me ever again.
If only it were that easy to keep her by my side.
The table rocks and creaks, the air floods with the sharp slap of skin on skin, and I pound into her faster and faster.
Her nails rake fire over my shoulders and down my back.
When I lean over her, her teeth leave stamps over my chest, and she pulls on my hair so hard I see stars.
It’s fast and wild and everything I dreamed of, everything I lost and everything I hunger for.
I fucking love her.
I can’t lose her.
Not again.
Notagain.
Our mouths collide like a crack of thunder, and I draw her tightly into my arms while my thighs burn from the force of my thrusts, but it’s worth it, it’s so worth it.
Pleasure pools tight and hot in my gut, sweat prickles over my skin, and my balls tighten to the point of pain.
My rhythm fails and suddenly I’m cumming, spilling inside her with pulse after pulse.
Her pussy tightens around my cock like a vice and she rigidly arches into me.
Half-moon crescents form on my skin under her nails from how tightly she’s gripping me, and her second orgasm washes through her in a visible wave from head to toe.
