Page 55 of York

There was a moment of déjà vu as I watched him slide on the protection before he came over me—his thighs pressing my legs wide as he settled between, crushing my breasts to his wide chest.

His lips were on mine then as he shifted his hips so his hard length pressed against my cleft, making me rock against it as my tongue tangled with his.

York’s hips moved with mine as the kiss tilted, went harder, hungrier.

He broke it suddenly, looking down at me as he shifted his hips. I felt the press of him at the entrance of me, making me tense slightly. I’d forgotten how big he was… and how long it had been for me.

But he pressed in slowly, stretching me, making me aware of every thick inch until he was settled deep.

I exhaled a shaky breath as he sucked one in.

Then my arms were around him, my legs wrapped around his hips, and the urge to move became too strong to deny for another second, making me rock against him.

That rumble moved through him again.

Then he was rocking into me, the movements slow and deliberate, driving me up slowly.

It wasn’t until my nails were digging into his skin and my moans grew loud that he pulled back, sitting on his heels and pulling my lower half up onto his lap.

The lift of my hips changed the sensation completely, dragging an almost pained moan out of me.

The little smile that tugged at his lips told me he knew exactly what he was doing as he started to thrust again, the movements a little faster, a bit less controlled.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his hands on my hips, guiding the movements. “You’ve always been good at taking my cock.”

A whimper escaped me at that as he drove me right to that edge again.

“There you go,” he said, voice tense as my walls tightened around him before spasming hard.

He worked me through it before suddenly releasing me, pushing me until I was on my belly, then yanking me onto all fours.

“Four,” he said, then surged back inside me.

The sound that escaped me was borderline pained at the hypersensitivity from all the orgasms.

But him inside me from the new position had my body responding before my mind could even catch up.

I lowered down onto my forearms, making York let out a ragged, “Fuck.”

One hand stayed at my hip. The other tracked up my spine to gather my wet hair, wrapping it around his fist and yanking just enough for the pain to create a strange surge of pleasure.

Only then did he start fucking me.

Not as controlled as before.

He was hard, fast, rough.

His ragged breath and low groans mingled with my throaty moans as our bodies slammed together, the sound almost embarrassingly loud in the little tent. But somehow, that only made it hotter.

“York,” I cried, fingers clutching the blankets, my body pulled as taut as a bow.

“That’s it. Squeeze my cock,” he demanded, keeping the same perfect, almost punishing pace. “Fuck,” he groaned as I broke apart, pressing my face into the blankets to muffle my cries.

I expected him to come with me.

But he was still rock-hard inside me.

His hand slipped from my hair and closed around my throat, carefully pulling me up until my back was against his chest.