Page 46 of Just a Little Crush
He flexes inside me. It’s a feeling I’d happily spend the rest of my life getting used to. “I promise you it’s real, baby, take all the time you need.”
“God, you’re so big.” I rock my hips slowly, my hands digging into the mounds of his shoulders to keep myself steady as I find my rhythm.
“If you keep talking to me like that, I’m not going to last long,” he says, his open mouth dragging its way along my jaw. “Jesus, that list Bec, I can’t believeyou’rereal.”
“I’m sorry,” I groan, riding harder, loving the slap of my skin hitting his.
“Don’t apologise. Do you know what a fucking gift you are?”
“If you keep talking to me like that, I’m not going to last long either. Fuck me like you need to.”
One hand fists my hair, and he sucks my lower lip into his mouth, biting down hard. The other hand pinches my nipple at the same time, holding every part of me captive.
“What I need is you.” He slides to his back, taking me down with him, and wraps me in his arms. One hand presses my face into his chest, the other arm grips tight around my waist, holding me steady. When he surges up into me over and over, I lose the ability to breathe, to see, to think. I may be on top, but right now I’m completely at his mercy. I love the way he takes from me, but what he needs is exactly what I need too. I sit up, arch my back, and grip his thighs to keep from falling backwards.
“Fuck, Bec, look how deep you’re taking me. I should take a picture so you can see how hot you are.”Puh-lease, this man cannot be real.
“Don’t you dare stop. I’m so close.”
“Grind on me. Use my dick to make yourself come.”You don’t need to tell me twice.I circle my hips, and he fills his hands with my breasts while I keep grinding against him.
He sits up, wraps both hands around the back of my neck, and pulls my face to his. A hard lick across my mouth feels so depraved it sends me spinning. I want to stay here forever, riding him, tasting him, full of him.
The combination of his thrusts and me grinding against the root of him soon has me seeing stars. He must be able to tell because he pulls back a little, taking either side of my face in his hands. My chest rests against his forearms, and he holds me there while he drives up deeper and deeper, over and over.
“Come on, let me feel you come, baby.” His mouth finds my mouth, his air is my air, his sweat is my sweat and finally,at long fucking last, I shatter around him.
I barely have a second to recover when Rennie nips at my ear, his voice rough, demanding. “Get on your hands and knees.”
My body is made of treacle, but I’ve never moved so fast in my life. Lining up behind me, he rubs himself between my legs with just the tip, taunting and teasing.
“This perfect fucking peach. I’ve pictured you like this so many times, and it’s even better than I ever imagined.” He smooths his hand over one cheek, then squeezes hard, massaging. I hear him take a deep breath. “Oh fuck, Bec, I love seeing my hands on your bare skin. Can I spank you?”
“Yes, god, yes.” The words have barely left my mouth when I hear the loud crack, followed by the throbbing heat where his palm met my skin. It should hurt, but it feels so good in the dirtiest way.
“I’m so fucking mad at you. You hid this pussy from me. You hid yourself. I could have been fucking you like this for years.” I get another hot, sharp smack for my apparent crimes, then feel him nudge his thick head between my slick folds.
Rennie grabs my hair, pulls my head back, and bends to press his face to mine. “You used me. Now I get to use you.” When he growls against my skin, it burns with need. Rennie is an animal. Wild, unleashed, exactly like I dreamed of.
“Bite down on my pillow before the entire street hears you scream my name.”Oh fuck. Yes. YES.He pushes my head down as his deep thrust knocks the breath from me. He gives me a second to adjust to his size, and I give myself over to him entirely. Rennie digs his fingertips into my flesh and drags his length out of me, tortuously slowly, before plunging back inside. He does it again, and again, every time hitting new depths.
I twist beneath him, angling my shoulders for a better view of him taking what he needs. He’s bent on one knee, the other leg at ninety degrees. He looks possessed, obsessed even. Everything about him is pure, unadulterated, male power.
This is everything I’ve ever wanted.
When he drives inside me, my tight walls grip around him, and he hisses through his teeth. His eyes never leave mine, silently I will him on and he takes this encouragement, my permission, and sets himself free.
“You’re mine. You’re fucking mine, Bec.” He reaches underneath the pillow and pulls out my vibrator -when the fuck did he stash that -then turns it on against my most sensitive spot. I cry out his name beneath a garbled sob, and he pounds faster, deeper, each thrust taking me higher, boosting me to the brink of ecstasy.
He rears back and his hips flex with his deepest thrust yet. This time he doesn’t retreat, he stays right there, gripping me hard, still thrusting even though he’s buried to the hilt. Pulling me back onto him, he lets himself go and comes with a roar that tips me over the edge again. It’s as if his orgasm passes directly into me and I take it all, sparks coursing through every vein until we collapse, shaking, to the mattress beneath us.
The weight of him against me is incredible, only a thin sheen of sweat between us as we recover, resurface, breathless and twitching in a tangle of limbs.
“Well, that’s spanking off the list,” he pants into my hair. “Are you OK? Am I crushing you?”
“I kind of like it,” I love it. I love him. I’m utterly in love with him. “Stay there.”
“You’re so weird.”
