Page 38 of Full Tilt
I moan with pleasure, fisting the duvet as I hurtle toward my first orgasm from a guy since I split up with Lee.
Tommy pulls back, much to my dismay. “You’re close. I can feel your walls throbbing around my tongue.”
He drops my hips to the bed, and I release a squeal.
Slapping a palm over my mouth, he fists his cock at my entrance. “Are you on birth control, Jenna?”
I swipe his hand away, equally turned on and disgusted by his brutal actions. “Yes. Are you tested? Because I don’t want to catch whatever you might’ve picked up last night.”
Hooking a finger under my chin, he tips my head up roughly, steely eyes piercing mine. “I told you already, she never touched me like that, and I never put my hands on her. Your body is the only one I’m craving.” He wraps his palms under my ass. “As pro athletes, we both get tested on the regular by our teams. Plus, I always wear a con …” He trails off, holding back his sentence.
I narrow my eyes at him, and with every ounce of strength I possess, I push at his chest.
He sits up, sliding a frustrated hand through his hair. “Are you going to ride my dick or waste my time? Because I want to fuck.”
I crawl over him, hovering my pussy over his dick. “I like to ride when I fuck.”
Tommy’s fingertips dig into my hips, and I spread my knees, letting him sink me onto his impossibly hard cock. I stretch for him, spreading my knees even further.
When he’s all the way inside, his jaw clenched and his eyes black, I get a proper look at his glorious naked body.
It’s a work of art; his skin is a stunning canvas.
I rock over him once, and he licks his lips, bruising my skin with his tight grip.
“Faster,” he demands.
Doing the opposite of what he wants, I go slower, and his jaw hangs open. I can tell that he’s seconds away from coming, and I bask in the power switch.
My dominance doesn’t last long when I’m back beneath him, my legs open as he holds me by the ankles. He throws his head back, pounding into me and taking what he wants.
“Squeeze my dick, Hellion.” Tommy pistons into me again, dropping one leg to free his hand so he can play with my ass.
Even though my instincts tell me to pull away, my greedy body spreads my thighs wider for him. He gathers leaking arousal from us both onto his fingers, using it to lubricate my tight hole.
“Let’s make this ass come at the same time as your pussy.”
He teases one tattooed finger inside, pushing deeper with every stroke of his cock.
I claw at the duvet beneath me, fighting back my cries of pleasure. I’m fully aware I’m not quiet in bed when a man gets it right. And Tommy is infuriatingly good at fucking.
He doesn’t get to find out how good.
I’m right there, right on the edge of losing it altogether, when he stops and pulls out, leaving me empty and confused.
“On your knees for me, Jenna.”
“I don’t get on my knees for anyone,” I protest. “I’d rather not come at all.”
He slaps my bare pussy, and I squeal when pleasure-loaded shock waves tingle my swollen clit. “Final warning: get on your knees before I put you on them myself.”
I do as he asked, but not in the exact way he wanted. He wanted me to bend over doggy style. Instead, I rise up in front of him.
We’re both kneeling on the bed in front of each other. Horny and desperate, wild and defiant.
“When I get on my knees for someone, it’s because they’re worth it.” My voice is deeper than I’ve ever heard it before.
Tommy cocks his head to one side, reveling in our standoff. “You’re playing games you don’t understand again, Jenna.”
