“Oh my good Lord,” she whispered. “I’m so fucking ready. If you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to die.”
He took off her soaked panties and threw them over his shoulder. To her relief, they didn’t land anywhere near his cello. He knelt over her and shimmied his boxers down, so his cock was there, right in front of her, even more impressive now that it wasn’t constrained. He hunted for the condom, pushing her back when she made a half-hearted bid for a freedom she didn’t want.
“Don’t fucking move.” He eyed her as he rolled it on. “You asked for this.”
Don’t smile. Don’t laugh with happiness, you’ll ruin everything. Instead, she tried to turn onto her stomach. He flipped her back over, his hands rough but still careful, then pushed her legs apart and positioned his cock at her entrance.
She fought him even as he pushed into her. Between his girthy cock, her crazy-level arousal, and the rough way he took her, she was already climbing toward orgasm, but she didn’t want to come yet. Steve’s body was beautiful in the filtered afternoon light, his muscles working as he arched over her.
“Oh, yes, yes,” she whispered. “Yes, more. I mean no…no more.”
He gave her more, until his thrusts moved her across his sprawling mattress. She grabbed the sheets to brace herself. His hand was on her neck again, squeezing, pressing her back onto the bed when she resisted. He made a pleased sound when she gave in and lay under him, powerless.
“You feel good,” he said, his lips against hers. “So good, so tight. I’ve wanted to fuck you forever.”
“I’m going to come.” She clenched his cock as he pinched one of her nipples. “Oww. You said you wouldn’t hurt me.”
“Did I say that?”
He pinched harder, and she practically climbed his body, even though she was trapped on her back. He finally kissed her after teasing and pinching her. His hand closed over her breast as she bucked against him, and she stopped trying to hold off her climax because it wasn’t possible anymore.
“I can’t even… I can’t.” She pushed at him, dying, crying out. “Nooo…”
She came so hard her teeth chattered together. Steve’s scent, his outsize presence, his passion, his piercing blue gaze all set her off in a squeezing, squirming orgasm, and she still fought him, even as she quaked in satisfaction. They were playing, and it was exquisite.
“I can’t anymore,” she begged as he lifted her from the bed.
“You can.”
“I can’t. Well. Maybe.”
He grunted out a laugh as he wrestled her onto her stomach. Before she could catch her breath—or get over the pulsing pleasure of her orgasm—he yanked her up onto her hands and knees and grasped her hips. He thrust back into her, pounding her doggy style. When she braced her fists against the mattress, whining for effect, he pushed her shoulders down and held her there, and the climax that had just left her flared to life again. She was so wound up, so connected to him and his wild sex energy…
He kissed her neck and bit her ear lobe, then lay along her back, one knee still jammed into the mattress. He planted his other leg beside her, using the leverage to fuck her deeper and harder than before. She moaned as his strokes lengthened. He gradually grew less rough, and more attuned to her movements. Because, yes, she was going to come again.
Oh God, he was hitting her G-spot, definitely her G-spot. She clutched the sheets and collapsed beneath him, grinding on the bed, and that was how she came the second time, a sob escaping her lips as he fucked the hell out of her pulsing pussy. He put his hand back on her neck as he came too, exerting hot, steady pressure, using his grip to hold her still as he accomplished his final act of conquering.
As her orgasm rolled on, every muscle tensed and every inch of her body zinged with pleasure. He jerked his hips one final time with a groan. She squeezed on his length, wishing he’d stay there forever. Well, for a few more orgasms, anyway.
But no, she was done now. Fucked to the limit. When he finally released his grip on her neck, she had the sensation of falling. His rough fingertips had been a centering force, and now she was set free, untethered. She reached back for him as he pulled away to take care of the condom. Maybe she was crying. Maybe she made a desperate sound.
“It’s okay, baby.” He was back in a heartbeat, turning her on her side and pulling her against him. “Shh. I’ve got you. Everything’s okay.”
She clung to him, her pelvis still warm and heavy with pleasure. He wrapped her in a huge embrace, a teddy bear embrace that was the embodiment of Steve as she’d known him, before he showed her his wilder, rougher side.