Page 180 of Torrid Passion
“Harder,” she repeats, practically snarling at me.
“Hold on tight,” I tell her.
I pull her legs over my arms, forcing her to spread open wider, allowing me to give her what she wants.
What I need.
“God, Loki,” she hisses.
I fuck her long and deep, relishing the indescribable sensation of being inside a woman—my woman—unsheathed.
My need to dominate every part of her is all-consuming.
I leave her no other choice but to submit completely to me.
There’s nothing sugary sweet about the way I ram in and out of her. This is rough.
She isn’t complaining.
Suddenly, there’s a sharp tug at my balls.
Shit.
“I—I’m coming,” Kyla pants.
Thank the fuck God. No way I can last much longer.
I pin her legs so high she’s almost bent in two. “You’re going to come hard for me?”
“Hell yes.”
She clenches hard against my cock, tilting her hips forward so her clit rubs against my body as I ram into her.
Christ. She’s so beautiful chasing after her own orgasm.
“Don’t hold back on me,” I demand on another punishing thrust.
“No— I’m— Ohhhh, God. Ohhhh, Loki!”
Her loud cry is a symphony to my ears.
I don’t slow down. I keep fucking her, the kinky sounds her wet pussy is making are so damn hot.
“Oh sweet Jesus!” she shouts, her pussy a molten mess. I guess she’s riding her second wave.
That does it.
I kiss her voraciously before delivering one last forceful thrust.
My body tightens.
“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Holy—” My climax hits me so hard I have to stabilize myself for fear we’ll both end up on the floor. Once I find my footing, I keep fucking her in short thrusts as my cum explodes inside her.
Kyla’s body shudders as my release slips free, dripping down our bodies.
Fuck, yeah.
The room fills with our exhausted breaths, reverberating around the walls. Neither of us moves a muscle. I’m sure she’s as spent as I am. God knows I’ve worked her hard. I reposition my arms so she isn’t so wide open.
“You okay?” I ask, biting lightly on her shoulder.
Her legs wrap around my back while her arms pull me closer.
“Same time, same place tomorrow, sir?”
I laugh. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
