Page 91 of The Echo of Forever
He responded by hooking one of my legs in the crook of his arm, changing the angle in a way that had me seeing stars. I bit my lip to stifle a cry, and he immediately shook his head.
“Don’t hold back…” He increased his pace. “I want to hear you cry out for more, while taking this dick like I know you can.”
I let go without hesitation, let myself be loud, let myself feel everything he was giving me. Our bodies found a rhythm that only two people in love, two people with undeniable chemistry and a history to back it, could find.
The pressure built inside me, a coiling tension that demanded release. He must have felt it too, because his movements became more focused, one hand sliding between us to play with my clit.
“That’s it, my forever,” he encouraged in a raspy whisper that fueled my urge to let go. “You might not remember, but your body knows this pleasure. Cum for me, please.”
Hearing a man beg,my man, was becoming a favorite.
I couldn’t hold back from that alone, the orgasm hitting so hard I felt faint. Pleasure radiated outward from where we were joined, and I clutched at him, my nails digging into his back as I cried out his name over and over.
“Demetriuss…” He slowed his strokes, digging me out with even more intention. “Ah. Baby, fuckkk.”
He kept going, drawing out my pleasure with each thrust. My body tightened around him as aftershocks rippled through me in waves. I’d never felt anything this intense before.
What the fuck was he doing to me?
“Let me ride you,” I whispered, needing to be in control. “I want to feel you deeper.”
Demetrius hummed his approval into my neck, gripping my hips as he rolled us over. I straddled him, loving the way his dick felt from this angle. The new position sent a fresh wave of sensation through my body.
I braced my hands against his chest, recognizing the steady thrum of his heartbeat because it matched my own.
“Now I understand our text messages…” His eyes never left mine as I began to move, rolling my hips slowly at first. “This dick so good, baby.”
He smiled up at me lazily, hands sliding from my waist to cup my breasts. I bit my lip as he began to play with my nipples.
They were so sensitive to his care.
I rode him faster, chasing the pressure building in my core.
“Mmhm,” he hummed, dropping a hand to grab my ass. “Take what belongs to you.”
He started to guide my movements, meeting them with tiny thrusts of his own. It was too much.
I tossed my head back and cried out as those tiny thrusts turned into deep strokes that threatened to send me over the edge immediately.
“Cum with me,” I demanded, leaning forward with my hands on his chest and feet tucked beneath his legs. “You know you want to, Echo.”
He chuckled, pulled me all the way to his chest, and gripped my ass with both hands. I licked his ear, and he moaned in mine, while holding me still and lifting into me.
“Uhh huh,” he grumbled, allowing me to fuck him back as we came together. “That’s how you take dick, my pretty dragonfly.”
His pretty dragonfly?
I burst into tears, shocking myself but not him. He turned us onto our sides, still buried inside of me, as if this had happened before.
My entire body buzzed with so many emotions.
“I hate crying,” I muttered, brushing my nose down the center of his chest.
He laughed, but I didn’t find anything funny.
What kind of sappy ass bitch had this man turned me into?
“You shed fewer tears before, but I think I like this experience better.”
