“Extend your leg,” I commanded.
Wordlessly, she lifted her bare limber leg so high and straight I was able to grab her slender ankle, and hook her foot over my shoulder. With her six-inch heels on, it was within easy reach. Her skimpy black lace G-string with its soaked cotton crotch exposed, it was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen. Breathing hard with my arousal, I snapped the G-strings, one after the other, then tore off her panties. I scrunched the damp lace scrap in my hand before tossing it to the floor. Then, I grabbed her glistening pink pussy and squeezed it hard. Mine.
She groaned again, her breathing ragged with her arousal. Holding her pinned against the wall with one hand, I yanked down my fly, freeing my enormous throbbing cock.
“You like it big? I’ll show you big. You like it hard? I’ll give it to you hard.”
On my next fierce heartbeat, I curled my free hand around the wide base and put the crown to her entrance. With a grunt, I rammed my cock inside her, taking her to the hilt. She shrieked again.
“It’s my turn to dance with you, Firebird,” I grumbled. Clutching her cinched waist to balance her, I began to pummel her. Fuck her without mercy. Bang her against the wall, each thrust faster and more forceful. The depth of penetration in this erotic position was like nothing I’d ever known before. So fucking deep. So fucking amazing.
“Is this hard enough for you, Willow?” I ground out.
“Oh. My. God.” She whimpered, her neck arched back, her face exquisitely contorted.
“Is this how he fucks you?”
“No,” she cried out.
Every muscle in my body tensed. Fury flooded my veins. Pulling her away from the wall, I slipped my hand under her dress and cupped her bare ass with my hands, allowing me to go deeper, as she balanced on one leg. She glommed on to my shoulders, the two of us face to face, our mouths almost touching, our breath almost one. Madly, I continued to fuck her. We were on fire, the fire spreading from the inside out. The incendiary heat consuming every cell, every molecule of my body. Melting me. Melting her.
“My little Firebird,” I breathed out, not slowing down, “I’m going to ruffle your feathers. Make you fall apart.”
We made our own music—a symphonic blend of pants, moans, and groans—and built to a crescendo. Her groans became whimpers; her whimpers became sobs; her sobs became shrieks.
“Oh my God, Ryan, I’m so close to coming.”
For a nano-second, I thought about pulling out of her, of making her beg, but the truth was I was so close to the edge I couldn’t. On my next powerful thrust, I sent her flying with a scream of my name as my own epic orgasm soared and chased hers.
Her body limp, I held my Firebird like she’d been shot down from the sky.
I wasn’t done. Our dirty dance had just begun.
“Turn around,” I ordered.
Submissively, she did as I asked.
“Bend over the bike.” Act 2. I was about to choreograph my fantasy.