Page 96 of Never Let You Go

I don’t look outside. I look at our reflection in the window. His hungry stare, his careful movements. The wild desire emanating from his body, constrained. I’m giving myself this. The way he wants me is intoxicating.

The bodice is halfway undone. He rolls it partly down my waist and wraps himself behind me, rolling my nipple in one hand. With the other hand, he slowly makes his way between my legs, grazing my clit through my panties, stroking my thighs. Holding me tightly in his embrace, he presses his chin on top of my head. “Fucking beautiful.” He pushes himself against me, his cock firmly against my lower back, his rhythm matching mine as I rock myself against him. With soft strokes, he massages my nape, my shoulders, runs down my stomach.

Eyes locked on my reflection in the window, he whispers, “Gonna take my time savoring you, beautiful.”

I whimper in response.

He drops to his knees and kisses my ankles, licks his way slowly up my calves, his hands fluttering up my thighs. After several minutes of this infuriating teasing, I feel my wetness drip down my leg.

“Gonna give you the time you deserve.”

I circle my hips to try and ease the need.

“Soaked for me?” he growls.

“Only for you,” I whisper.

He tears open a condom wrapper. “That sounds right, beautiful.”

“Only for you,” I repeat.

This gets me another growl. And makes me even wetter.

He sheathes himself, and I ready myself for him, dropping my head between my arms, tilting my ass up to him. God I want him so bad.

He’s flush behind me, his legs inside mine, his cock banging against me.

“Take me,” I plead.

“I’ll take you when it’s time,” he answers, his voice commanding.

He grabs my breast with a full, strong hand, then rolls my perky nipple between his fingers, sending spikes of want through my pussy. “I-I think I’m gonna come,” I breathe.

He slaps my ass lightly, making me shriek in surprise. “Only when I tell you to, Alexandra.” He grabs a fistful of my hair and gently pulls my face to his, raking his stubble against my cheek.

It’s not painful. It’s just right.

So right.

“B-But you’re making me so wet and so… so—”

“So what? Say what I’m making you.”

I can hardly think straight. “I— I don’t… have… the words,” I stutter. “So needy.”

He growls in response but continues to worry my nipple with his fingers. He kisses and sucks my neck, adding to the arousal. My legs are weakening, a tremble taking hold of them while a hot wave builds inside me.

“I think you’re ready for me, now,” he whispers in my ear.

“I—I… been ready… forever.”

He moves his powerful hands to my hips and finally thrusts himself inside me. His cock fills me so much I jerk up and lose my breath. He pulls almost all the way out then shoves back in, finding my tender spot and rubbing it continuously. I reel back in sheer pleasure, shrieking faintly, my hands holding the windowsill for balance, his pounding finally building up to the release I’ve been wanting for days.

“Try to keep it down, beautiful,” he says into my neck. “Shoulda known you’d be loud,” he mutters, then drops a kiss on my shoulder.

His manly scent mixed with the smell of sex and fresh sweat envelops me, and I breathe it in. My pleasure is so deep it’s hard to keep my eyes open, but I catch glimpses of us in the window as he takes possession of me—his head hanging down, his pecs and biceps rolling as he pulls me onto him, my breasts bouncing back and forth with each of his pumps.

The sight of us is so hot.

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