Page 71 of His to Burn
“That’s right. Let me hear how fucking good this feels.”
I circled her opening and then sucked her clit into my mouth, feeling the muscles in her soft thighs clench tight as she shook.
Her pussy leaked, and I lapped up each drop, drinking from her like the desperate man I was.
I wanted her to feel some of that desperation.
Needed her to feel it.
I anchored her in place with one hand and used the other to fuck her relentlessly. I curled my fingers in that way I knew she liked, and she broke.
Her climax came with low ragged moans and she held my shoulders like they were the only thing keeping her from flying away.
“Jack—”
My cock jerked painfully at the sound of my name on her lips, so wrecked and needy that I couldn’t hold back.
I didn’t let her come down easy. Didn’t give her time to recover before I stood and lowered my pants just enough to free my cock.
At the first brush of her heat after I pulledher to the edge of the table, the tingle started at the base of my spine, and precum leaked from my tip in a steady flow.
She looked at me with dazed, almost glassy eyes, staring at me like she wasn’t sure I was real.
A dark, undeniable need to claim her had me thrusting, and we both groaned as the tip of my cock breached her opening.
I wanted to slam into her, but I forced myself to go slow, inch by inch by inch.
She was so wet, so hot, so fucking perfect…
“Fuck,” I groaned when I was fully seated.
I wanted to linger there, soak in the fluttering vibrations as her pussy hugged my cock, the weight of her body in my arms so fucking good.
But I couldn’t linger.
I ground my hips into hers, groaning when her pussy fluttered faster, the sharp little pinpricks where her nails dug into my shoulders making all the sensations that much more intense.
I pulled out until only the tip of my cock was inside her, my shaft coated with her cum,the dark hair on her mound matted with her arousal.
My cock jerked as I stared, and when Asia squirmed I lost it.
I thrust so hard, so fast, she cried out.
I didn’t slow, just held her anchored as I whispered in her ear. “Look at how good you take my cock. Like you were made for it. Like this pussy is mine.”
With every word, her pussy clenched tighter, and I watched her the entire time.
Watched her mouth fall open, her eyes go wild.
Watched her try not to break.
I wouldn’t let that happen.
I shifted, angling my cock to go even deeper. I reached between our bodies and pressed my thumb against her clit, applying relentless pressure as I pounded into her.
“This pussy is mine. You’re mine,” I rasped. “Say it.”
Her eyes flared with defiance.
