Page 64 of Wrecked By You

I lifted my head and looked at her. “Let’s hear it.”

She nibbled at the corner of her mouth. “It’s easier to show you.”

Tossing the sheet to the side, she pushed me onto my back and straddled me. The next thing I knew, she was rubbing her pussy against my cock. It responded, hardening in seconds.

“Ella.”

My tone was soaked in warning, but Ella just smiled. She rocked her hips. Back and forth. Back and forth. And then she gripped both her tits and pushed them together, rubbing her thumbs over the hardened points. A soft moan spilled out of her.

Fuck. I’m dead.

“You don’t have to take your clothes off.”

She raised herself up and unzipped me, reaching inside my pants to remove my cock. The moment she touched me, my resolve crumbled.

“Christ, Ella.” I gripped her hips, helping guide her onto me. She sighed with such contentment as I filled her that my heart tripped. Me. I’d made her sigh like that. I’d given her that look of pure pleasure.

“It’s like you were made for me,” she breathed. “You fit just right.”

God help me.

“I’m not made for anyone,” I gritted out, thrusting up into her.

“I don’t believe that.” She gasped when I angled her to help me hit the right spot. “God, yes!”

I’d never been with a woman so vocal in telling me what she liked, what turned her on, and it turned me the fuck on. I sat up and sucked her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip.

“Kiss me,” she demanded. “Kiss me like you mean it.”

I took her mouth, ferociously, spearing her with my tongue, biting her lips. She clawed at my back, her nails breaking through my sweater, driving me to the edge of madness.

I flipped her over, lifted her ass and pounded into her, a violent need to possess, to own every inch of her, powering through me. The sight of her lying there, her hair an unruly tangle, her eyes wild and heady with desire, her lips swollen from my assault, undid me.

God she was beautiful.

One night and I was addicted.

My head screameddanger, but my cock was in charge and it screamedmore.

I rolled her clit between my thumb and forefinger, somehow maintaining my rhythm. Her pants and gasps and pleas for faster, slower, harder, softer brought me to the edge of orgasm. I couldn’t control it. My balls tightened, seconds from exploding.

“Fuck, Ella, please. Come.”

She shattered, pulsing along my shaft. I followed her into the abyss, falling, absorbed by the pleasure, immersed in the tingles racing up and down my spine. I slumped forward, holding her close. Just for a few seconds. As wrong as it was, I took that moment for myself, a chance to pretend that I was the old me. The carefree me. The undamaged and lovable me.

Too soon, reality crowded in, and I rolled off of her, my chest heaving as I fought to regain my breath.

Erotic.

Sensual.

Addictive.

This was supposed to be one night. One. Night. But the thought of this being the last time I came inside her, the last time she came for me… No. One night wasn’t enough. I needed more.

Dammit, I’dhavemore.

If she’d have me.

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