Page 53 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family
I gasped against his lips and my nails dug into his shoulders as he filled me, stretching my pussy.
“Damn,” I breathed when my forehead dropped to his shoulder.
His hands gripped my ass, holding me still as he pulsed inside of me, his control barely hanging on. “You good?”
I lifted my hips and sank back down, rocking against him slow and deep.
His groaned his approval. “Fuck...”
I did it again, finding a rhythm, grinding hard, dragging out every ounce of pleasure. His fingers dug into my skin, his muscles tight beneath me as I took control, riding him, slow and deep, needing the friction.
“You feel so fucking good,” he muttered, his hands guiding my movements, his lips brushing my mouth.
I clenched around him, dragging a groan from his lips.
Then he snapped. His grip tightened, and in a second, he had me on my back against the couch, his body pressed me into the cushions as he drove into me hard with each thrust stealing my breath.
I groaned and wrapped my legs around him, pressing into his back.
“You wanted this dick?” His voice was rough, strained. “Wanted me to fuck you like this?”
“Yes,” I moaned, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts.
His hand slipped between us and his thumb pressed against my clit, rubbing tight circles and I shattered.
Pleasure crashed through me. My back arched and my nails dug into his skin as I came.
He cursed and thrusted harder, over and over again until he groaned low in his throat with his hips jerking as he found his own release, spilling inside of me.
We stayed there, breathless, tangled and enjoying the moment. I trailed my fingers over his back while his lips brushed my temple. “Still think you’re winning?”
I smiled, breathless. “Yeah, the dick was my prize.”
“Yo’ ass is just as fucking arrogant.”
“Yep, gotta match my man’s fly.”
“Damn straight.” He kissed me again and dropped his forehead to mine. “You really got me fucked up but I’m here for it.”
The sun wasbright as hell, challenging my eyelids but I refused to open them just yet.
My body was still warm and tingly from last night. My limbs were loose and my muscles were relaxed.Good sex. I stretched and groaned from the soreness as I rolled onto my side. My fingers instinctively moved to the empty space next to me.
Emir had left hours ago, but his presence still lingered in the room, in the sheets, in my body, and in my mind.
My phone vibrated on the nightstand and I reached for it lazily, already knowing who it was before I even looked.
Emir: You sleep good, beautiful?
I bit my lip and a smile crept onto my face as I read the message.
Me: Maybe. Can’t say I got much sleep, though.
His reply came almost instantly.
Emir: Damn. That’s crazy. Wonder why that is…
My smile widened.
