Page 144 of This Life of Mine

I’m so fucking wet I know I’m soaking him. The realization alone makes my thighs tremble.

To be that strong—to hold me up like this, to control my movement without effort—makes my head spin. Then he lowers me onto him again.

“Ride me, Lina,” he growls.

And I do.

I put my full weight on him, rocking back and forth, grinding into his open mouth as he spreads me and works my clit with his tongue—licking, nipping, sucking until the heat in my center turns unbearably molten.

The pressure builds fast. Heavy. Tugging at me.

And then it shatters.

I throw my head back as the orgasm tears through me, riding the wave shamelessly, body shaking until I come apart completely.

Fuck! That didn’t take long.

Before I can even recover, he lifts me again and positions me hovering over his cock. I’m still coming down from my orgasm when he pulls me forward to kiss me—deep, hungry—rekindling the need instantly.

I grab his erection, thick and hard in my hand, and guide him to my entrance.

“Fuck—I forgot the condom,” he mutters.

“I’m on the shot and clean,” I say breathlessly. “Just fuck me now, Alex.”

The hunger in his eyes tells me everything. He wants this even still.

I lower myself, easing his tip inside me, my mouth falling open as the stretch hits. My pussy heats instantly, expanding around his girth, tight and demanding.

Briefly I consider pulling back. Then I don’t. I want him hard. Rough.

I ride him—up and down, again and again—the pain delicious, the friction driving me wild. I whimper and pant through it, the kind of pain that makes you sink into it, chasing relief.

Alex thrusts upward, forcing himself deeper.

His hands knead my breasts roughly as he sits up to take them into his mouth, sucking and licking as he pounds into me harder.

The pressure builds again—hot and relentless.

Then he flips us in one motion, pulling out long enough to make me shudder, before he turns me over.

I barely have time to whimper before he slides back inside me from behind. He groans and stills for a moment, breathing hard.

“Fuck, Lina. You feel so fucking good.”

I’m right on the edge—desperate.

“Fuck me, Alex,” I moan. “I need you now.”

Alex doesn’t hold back.

He thrusts deep and hard, over and over, forcing me to brace myself against the bed frame. It hurts so fucking good. I move—rolling my hips, bouncing, clenching around him deliberately.

His growl sends a shockwave through me, my pussy tightening hard around his cock.

I’m panting, shaking, right at the tipping point when his hand wraps around my throat—not cutting off air, controlling it enough to make everything tighten inside me.

Everything about this man drives me wild. The need to have him closer and deeper is desperate. Ravenous.