He groaned in pleasure a moment later as his cock burrowed between silky, firm flesh. He thrust his hips, drowning in the delicious sensation. It was selfish of him to stimulate himself in this way, and he knew it. He knew it. Christ, he couldn’t even see Sophie’s expression, positioned as he was.
That was when he realized the last thing he wanted to see at that moment was Sophie’s breathtaking face or to stare at his own reflection in her haunted eyes.
He just wanted to lose himself in the bounty of Sophie’s sweet body.
He watched his cock sliding like an oiled piston between the fulsome globes, aroused beyond measure by the sight of her holding her full breasts in her small hands, making a pagan offering of her flesh for his greedy cock.
Selfish. That’s what he was when it came to Sophie. And he couldn’t seem to stop his endless greed.
Her nipples rose from the mounds like hard little darts, tempting him, making him starved for the feeling of them sliding against his tongue. But he couldn’t bring himself to stop fucking Sophie’s breasts. He was like an addict when it came to her.
She moaned when he became more forceful in his thrusts, popping the lower curves of her breasts with his pelvis and aching balls. The sight of her flesh bobbing up with every lusty stroke drove him crazy.
“Touch your nipples,” he growled. He watched with a feral focus as her forefingers and thumbs slid over the erect crests. “That’s right. Pinch them.”
He groaned gutturally and grimaced in mounting pleasure as his balls smacked against her breasts rhythmically.
Pleasure swamped his brain for the next several moments, washing away everything in its wake.
Her eyelids blinked open when he jerked his cock out of the sweet crevice of her breasts. He stood and swung his leg to the floor. She seemed dazed when he grabbed her hands and pulled her up next to him, but he was glad to see that her cheeks were stained pink with arousal. He was so turned on, so primed to detonate, that he couldn’t speak. He merely turned her until she faced the picture window and urged her to bend over, still holding one of her wrists.
She leaned over. He grabbed her other wrist and bound her hands at her lower back with one hand, using his grip on her to keep her steady. He arrowed his cock to her slit.
“Spread your legs, Sophie. Let me in,” he insisted in a tight, low voice.
He hissed as she complied and his cock sunk into her slowly.
“Jesus,” he mumbled tensely. She was molten. He felt like he was sinking into bliss. He had to press firmly to gain ground she was so tight, but it was a hot, sweet struggle. His cock carved through her snug, juicy channel like a hot knife through melting butter.
She whimpered once he pressed his balls to her moist tissues. The sound may have come from discomfort or it may have come from arousal. Thomas couldn’t tell which. He didn’t care.
He was stone drunk on greedy lust. He shook with a need to leap into the forgetful fires of hedonistic pleasure.
He held her hip firmly and began to fuck her, fast and furious from the get-go. This wasn’t about wooing Sophie; it was about his desperation. His need. There wasn’t room for anything else. She mewled in surprised arousal as he plunged into her from tip to balls, driving into her firm, yet giving body like he thought salvation lay at her depths.
It was too much. Emotion and wild pleasure swamped him from every direction, making him sweat . . . making him dizzy.
“God, I want to fill you up with my come.”
She said his name on a moan, and he realized he’d spoken his
thought out loud. It was true. Why the hell did the mere thought of Sophie drenched with his semen turn him into a rabid animal?
He snarled as he lifted one foot onto the couch, his thigh forcing Sophie downward slightly until her forehead hit the cushion of the couch. He thrust with even greater force, watching with fixed intensity as his cock pounded into her with all the relentless power of a charging piston.
Nirvana winked at him out of the corner of his eye.
“Sophie. Sophie,” he hissed from a clenched jaw. He released her hip and furrowed his fingers through the soft hair at her nape. He grasped a handful of it, jerking her head back slightly as a hurtling wave of climax seized his entire body.
Sure enough, he went temporarily blind as a jolt of pleasure consumed him.
Sophie cried out at the sensation of him swelling inside her and pressing tight, her eyes going wide at the erotic feeling of his cock jerking as he exploded inside her. He continued to fuck her as he came, releasing her hair, but using his grip on her bound wrists to push her pussy back and forth on his throbbing penis.
His volatile possession continued. She felt his cock lurch inside her and realized with a sense of wonder that he was still ejaculating.
After a moment, he let go of her wrists and reached for her shoulders, pulling her up against him. He pressed his mouth to the crown of her head and gave a low, plaintive moan.
Her heart squeezed tight in recognition of the sound of a wounded creature.