“Use me to fuck that pussy raw.”
Oh my god.
For a moment, I can only stare at him as my brain short-circuits. I huff out a breath, my walls tightening in anticipation before my hands curl around the fabric of his hoodie.
“Take this off,” I say, pulling his hoodie up and exposing the deep-cut V-line and the bottom of his abs. “Now,” I add.
“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckles, shifting under me to pull the hoodie over his head before tossing it to the side. I place both hands on his chest, looking down, taking in every inch of his toned, tattooed body. It’s too dark for me to make out the shapes and patterns of his tattoos, but he’s covered in them. It should not be possible for someone to look like this. Rowan has an eight pack. Not four, not six.Eight.
“I'm all yours to play with, baby,” he murmurs, sliding his hands up my thighs on each side of his body.
I suck my bottom lip between my teeth as I slide my hands down his torso.All mine to play with.I have my very own NHL superstar to do with as I please. A slow smile stretches across my lips, my bottom one still trapped between my teeth.
I shift, using my knees to lift myself before wrapping my hand around his cock. He rolls his hips into my hand with a strained grunt, making my smile wider. I love what my touch does to him. I love the way he looks at me. I love the way he lets me take him at my own pace.
“Are you going to be good?” I ask, my hand working his throbbing cock up and down.
“The best,” he says through gritted teeth as his fingers dig into the flesh of my thighs.
I shift, guiding the head of his cock to my entrance with my hand, spreading my arousal. Rowan sucks in a sharp breath, his fingers digging into my skin. The sensation sends a shiver through me, my eyes fluttering closed as his grip on my hips tightens.
“God,” I choke out as his tip spreads me open, both hands flying out to his chest to keep from falling. I look down, watching his cock slowly disappear inside me.
I manage a strangled moan when I feel him stretch me to my limit.
“Now, take control, baby.”
I look at him, seeing the reassuring, hungry look he gives me. I rock my hips slowly at first, feeling him stretch me as he slides deeper. A gasp escapes my lips, pleasure rippling through me.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he breathes, his hands tightening around my waist.
I moan as I roll my hips again, feeling every inch of him inside me.
I begin to move more confidently, rolling my hips against him, driven by the pleasure building inside me. His head falls back against the table, and I can’t help but smile at the power I feel in this position.
“Fuck, yes,” he encourages, his voice thick with desire. “You were made to ride this dick, weren’t you?”
My cheeks flush with heat, but I can’t deny the thrill coursing through me at his words. I pick up the pace, each thrust empowering me. His thick length fills me completely.
“You’re so big,” I gasp, still trying to adjust to his size and the way he stretches me.
“You’re in control, Livia.” His hands slide down to my thighs, guiding me as I grind against him.
“Fuck, Rowan,” I cry out, his words sending another thrill through me before I drag myself up. I feel him slide out of me a couple of inches before I bring myself down on it again.
With every movement, he matches my rhythm, the sound of our bodies moving together filling the night air. The heat between us grows, and I lose myself in the sensation, in the way he watches me with hungry eyes.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this,” he breathes, his voice hoarse.
I moan, leaning forward, pressing my lips against his neck, kissing and biting as I continue to ride him.
“Just like that, baby,” he urges, his hands gripping my hips tighter, guiding me as I move.
The words send another wave of pleasure through me, and I can feel myself getting closer, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.
“I’m so close…”
I ride him harder, chasing the pleasure building inside me. The world around us fades away, and it’s just him, just his cock buried inside me and the feel of his body beneath me.