Page 94 of Crave Me

Her ankles fasten behind me, her heels digging into my back as she unravels, spewing a mix of swears and half-formed words as she pleads for more.

“More?” I tease, lifting my gaze as I give her another flick from my tongue.

She struggles to speak as her legs fall away from my shoulders and I strip off my briefs. “Alfred, show room,” she stammers.

“Showing room,” Alfred announces.

The room reflects along the flat-screens. I peel off her panties and lift her to straddle me, her hair falling around us like a silk sheet. I clutch her face, kissing her between words. “You want to watch what I do to you?” I ask.

She whimpers when I graze her nipple with my teeth. I ease inside of her, her head falling back and her eyes squeezing shut with each press forward.

Once I’m in, she meets my gaze, hooking her ankles around my lower back. My arms shake with raw desire and the feel of her skin against my palms. I carry her to the couch. Each shift of my legs, grinding me against her, taking me deeper inside.

“Alfred, show us,” I say.

Wren gasps as the tech zooms in on our forms. She’s captured our images on her phone, but to see our bodies joined as they are, our chests rising and falling in sync, and her warm skin pressed against mine is so unbearably erotic, for a moment, I don’t move. I take in how perfect she is.

But then I do move.

And everything surges out of control.

I bend my knees, lifting her and bringing her down. My efforts are slow at first, watching her slide against me, the ends of her hair fluttering as she bounces. She adjusts her body around mine, tilting her head in the direction of the camera, fixated on the screen as we find our rhythm.

Our mouths meet for a lingering kiss, tasting and nipping our bare skin between stealing glances to watch our motions. Each rapid thrust and taste thunders my heart, perpetuating the ache in my groin. I’m close, the image of me taking her accelerating my release.

I curse, wanting and needing more of her. Wren whimpers, biting on her lower lip when I lower her on the couch and pull out. “Don’t,” she begs, reaching for me.

I tumble as she tugs in a twisting motion, her hands moving fast. My palm shoots forward, gripping the arm of the couch to keep me from toppling on top of her.

“Fuck,” I say, my face scrunching from her eager strokes.

I groan, relishing each hard and possessive pass. She’s demanding my release, I can see it in the way I watch her take me on screen. But I want to finish inside her, my need as a man demanding it.

With another curse, I tear my gaze from our image, flipping her onto her knees and push back inside. Her head bows and her nails dig into the arm rest, the steady beat of my hips slamming against her. She lifts her face, her hair sticking to her skin from the beads of perspiration gleaming her skin.

“I’m so turned on,” she whimpers, her attention returning to the screen as her hand disappears between her legs. “Fuck, I’m so turned on.”

Her whimpering overtakes her words as do my increasing grunts. I rope her hair around my fist and away from her face, arching her back and enticing her hand to move faster. I’m so overcome with lust, the image of my body hammering into her blurs.

My foot slides off the couch, the heel striking the floor as my stomach muscles clench and I reach my breaking point.

Pain and euphoria detonates from deep in my pelvis, jetting out and constricting my lungs. I don’t stop. The way her tight walls squeeze won’t allow it, as my desire to prolong her orgasm drives me on.

My hand skims beneath her breasts as I reach to grasp her jaw, turning her for a kiss as I slide in and out. Every move is like torture, the head of my erection unbearably sensitive and aching with each pass. Not that I stop, seeking the wave of bliss that follows each moment of torment.

“You feel so good, baby,” Wren says, moaning as I once more harden.

She pushes her back against me, alerting me she wants to play. I fasten my arm around her waist and lift her, edging to the opposite side and lowering my back at an angle.

My right foot stays on the floor, the other digs into the leather and keeps me in place as I reach to roll and pinch her nipples. She shudders, bending her legs on either side of me.

Her need and desire to please me, causes her to ride me hard. I can’t tear my focus from the screens, entranced by the way our bodies move in a perfect meld of beauty and sin. She’s not showing off for the camera, and neither was I. This is simply us, and the way our bodies claim each other every time.

She quickens her speed, movements aggressive and how I like her. It doesn’t take her long to peak, her breasts bouncing in my hands as she trembles and cries out in ecstasy. I last longer, taking control and gripping her hips to lift and repeatedly thrust.

Watching everything I do and seeing how she reacts, reignites a familiar strain and makes me lose my fucking mind.

Our labored breaths and slapping skin amplified by the speakers, are echoing around us, fueling our carnal desires. Wren collapses on top of me as I finish, my guttural moaning resonating in her ear as the rocking motions of my pelvis ease to a stop.

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