Page 96 of Yours, For Good

"I want to fuck you like this," he croaked. "I want to put my mouth on you and tease you until you beg for my cock. Other times I'll fuck you slow. Yet other times I'd fuck you hard and order you around. Have you crawl to me and let me fuck your mouth. Shit!"

He palmed my breasts, his lips on my throat, my jaw.

I set a faster pace. "Talk to me."

He dropped a hand between us, exploring the point where our bodies met. "You're drenched. You're dripping down my cock."

A loud moan escaped me. "Javier."

He rubbed my clit. "I knew you'd be this good. That I'd lose my mind inside of you. That you and your body would erase everything else."

I rode him faster. "Tell me what you want to do with me."

"I want to play with you until you tell me again how much you want me. I want to have you on my desk. Open your legs and see your pussy glistening with need for me."

"Holy shit." My insides fluttered.

Coiling tension built at the base of my column. His fast breathing feathered against my skin. Little sounds scraped out of his throat, need heavy between us.

"Tell me," he huffed. "Should I make you come right now? Make us both suffer by working you again until you're ready for another orgasm, before I chase my own inside of you?"

"No more. I can't."

He twisted and pushed me to my back on the bed. He didn't come fully out of me, but any distance was too much. He thrust into me in a swift push of his hips.

"I'm so sensitive." I sobbed. The electricity running through my limbs could power a small city, and fill my brain with white.

He froze. "I'll stop right now—"

The effort hardened his muscles until little jolts sprinkled his body. He thought I'd complained, and it was enough to halt him.

"No!" I dug my nails into the hard flesh of his ass, and spurred him to keep going with my legs around his hips. "Please. Don't stop."

"Holy fuck." He thrust again and set a faster rhythm with his hips. Like he had been collecting strength to piston into me.

A guttural sound took over my vocal cords, pleasure deep in me. On my skin. Inside. Everywhere.

"Javier—" I moaned. "You feel so good inside of me. My skin is on fire. Please…"

I trembled in his arms. He opened his eyes to pay attention to me and every sign of my building climax.

His medal had been hitting my neck and jaw, but I hadn't cared enough to stop it. He did.

"Fuck." He held his weight in one arm and threw the chain behind his back. With just two more hard thrusts it had fallen back forward again. "Fuck."

"Don't stop," I whimpered. "I'm almost there."

He didn't stop. He kept the same angle and pounded me harder. White built around the edges of my vision with each second— it cascaded as ecstasy, when he put medal and ring between his teeth, bit on them, and took on a brutal pace with his hips.

Javier looked feral, fucking me like he said he wanted to. Eyes dazed and teeth wolfish with his jewelry between them.

"That's so hot," I purred, mostly without my own permission… and started quivering in his arms in a whole different way.

I took off. My body jerked, nails digging deeper into his flesh. He kept at it, relentlessly riding my orgasm. I never stopped watching him, mouth agape and brow wrinkled in euphoria. I came back from the high with a gasp and a million new nerve endings.

He moaned and spoke through his clenched jaw. "I could give you another."

Pride and determination filled his words. His eagerness tensed his brow into deep wrinkles, and in the trance of my post-climax bliss, I lifted a hand to smooth it out with two fingers.