Page 57 of T is for…

“Or maybe you want to hear about the things I’m imagining doing to you.”

“Nathan, I’m—I’m close.”

“Prove it. Show me what a needy pussy you have by coming on my cock.” Nathan hiked her hips up another inch.

Tara’s toes left the floor, and she braced her heels against his shin. His arms tensed, but he wasn’t going to be able to concentrate enough on holding her up, not when her warm channel was tight around him.

“Knee up,” he ordered.

After a moment’s confused hesitation, Tara bent her left leg, her thigh and knee now on the mattress. He tugged her hips once more, and she shifted her weight to the knee on the bed, her other foot braced against his shin. Nathan pushed down on her back, urging her to arch, which tipped her pelvis.

His cock, which had remained mostly inside her sweet body despite the movement, sank deeper.

He was so deep his balls were now nestled against her spread pussy lips.

“Fuck,” she hissed, grinding back against him.

He nodded in agreement, though she couldn’t see him. Gripping her hips, he ground into her for another minute before pulling out and then slamming into her once more. He fucked her slow and hard, grinding against her each time he penetrated her. The hard slap of his hips hitting her ass echoed in the room, mingling with their heavy breaths and Tara’s occasional gasps and groans.

Tara sucked in air and tensed under him, nearly quivering.

He thrust in once, twice, three times. On the fourth, her sex was noticeably tighter, clamping down as she orgasmed.

Satisfaction slid through him. There was something primal in the control he had over her in this moment. That he could bring her pleasure to the point that this brilliant, bright woman allowed herself to submit to a base physical need.

Her pussy continued to flutter around him as sweat slid down his chest, and his cock twitched, the pressure from her orgasm tightening things in his lower body.

“Nathan.” His name was more than a name when she breathed out the word—it was a thank-you and a plea and spoken with trust and relief.

It was that tone, seeped in the trust of submission and relief of giving up control, that pushed him over his own edge.

Nathan jerked his hips in small, quick thrusts, focusing on the feeling of the soft walls of her sex rubbing his glands and shaft and the sight of her naked body bent submissively over the bed.

Pleasure gripped him, his cock twitching inside her. He made quick, small thrusts as he came deep inside her, groaning and shuddering.

Panting, he leaned over her back, a fist planted on the bed beside her waist, while his other hand kneaded the thigh braced on the bed.

Tara pushed up on one elbow, twisting to look back at him. The position caused her hips to shift, his cock sliding an inch or two out of her pussy.

Nathan shot her a warning look and pulled half out, then thrust back in, hard. His hips hit her ass, knocking her forward, her chest and shoulders bouncing back down onto the bed. She relaxed, the hint of a smile touching her lips as she closed her eyes.

She’d liked that reminder that she was his.

Nathan gripped the hair that was spread over the bed, tugging to tilt her face so she was looking at the far wall, her cheek still on the mattress.

“You took my cock so well. Can you feel me inside you?” He flexed his hips, his cock still hard despite the orgasm. “Hear that? How sloppy and wet your pussy is from my come deep inside you.”

Tara’s eye opened, face tipping toward him. The look in her eyes was…he didn’t have a word for it. But suddenly he was desperate to see her face.

He needed to be deep inside her as he looked into her eyes and breathed her air.

Nathan pulled out, petting her sides and ass before stepping back and finally shucking his leathers. He was hot and sweaty from the work of fucking her, so it took him a minute.

His good girl stayed right where he’d left her, one leg pulled up on the bed, the toes of her other foot stretched down to brace on the floor.

When he was naked, he rolled her over one final time. Tara lay her hands beside her head, fingers curled softly over her palms. Her breasts were soft and vulnerable.

“Scoot up.”

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