Pim screamed as I shifted upward, rubbing myself against her clit as I drove harder, faster.
Her pussy clenched around me, fist-like and ripple-strong, ripping the rest of my self-control into nothing.
I roared.
I came.
We rode each other with single-minded determination.
And once our bodies had reached the pinnacle and plummeted back to sanity, I crawled off, grabbed her arm, and pulled her upright.
Barely able to breathe with sweat drenching my flesh, I guided her until I sat on the chair where I used to play my cello.
I no longer had a cello but I had Pim, and fuck, I wanted to play her.
She shivered as I spun her to face me then waited for her to straddle my lap. We groaned in unison as she sank down my length. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as my cock vanished into her body.
Once connected and inseparable, her arms looped around my shoulders, her gaze going to my gnarly scar from being shot. It no longer hurt as much, which I was grateful for as I ran my hands down her back and found the beads of her spine.
Pretending they were notes and she was my instrument, I thrust up while pushing her down.
“God, El!” She bit her lip as her eyes shot closed, giving herself entirely to me, trusting me, loving me, flushed and lusted and absolutely fucking beautiful.
She hypnotised me as I brought her closer and bit her neck, moving her hair out of the way as I played different chords and songs on her spine.
She wriggled as I rocked harder, searching the second blistering release already living in my blood.
I didn’t let her get away, holding her tighter, breathing harder, faster.
My fingers flew quicker, my music turning into death metal: crude and loud and untamed.
I grappled her writhing hips, forcing her to take this strange melody instead of orchestrating it with me.
Her skin was so soft. Her breasts heavy and nipples crimson pink.
My orgasm switched from burning to exploding, and I tumbled down the cliff a second time.
I fisted her hair, holding the chocolate silk until her head fell back and the vulnerability of her stretched throat begged me to lick and bite.
I cursed as my teeth sank into her skin and I spurted inside her.
She rocked on my lap as I froze, overloaded with sensitivity. Having her fuck me instead of me fuck her screwed up my already screwed-up brain, and I struggled not to come again.
“Christ, you know how to destroy me,” I breathed into her shoulder as my head toppled, heavy and spent.
“You’re not destroyed…not yet, at least.” Her fingers landed in my hair, brushing back damp strands and digging into the back of my skull. “One more, El. And I know just how I want it.”
Before I could argue that I was the one in charge tonight, she stood, her body trembling as my cock slipped from her pussy.
I couldn’t say a word as she spun around, looked at me over her shoulder, then sank to all fours with her ass in the air, waiting, taunting, inviting.
Fuck me.
She was swollen and slick, nothing like the terrified, abused girl I’d rescued. She was the temptress I’d always seen in her, and I couldn’t fucking breathe without her permission.
Slipping off my chair, I crawled to her like the beast she made me, not stopping until my hands covered her fingers and the front of my thighs kissed the back of her legs.
My cock found her entrance, desperate to return home.
But I waited, I tormented. I let her rock backward seeking what I could give her and crying out when I did.
One deep impale.
One swift fuck.
Her back hollowed as I curled my fingers around hers and held her still.
She was small beneath me, small and soft and utterly submissive as I took her from behind.
I forced myself deeper, savage and stabbing, my skin pricking with need as she gasped and matched me violence for violence.
“You want this?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to fuck you, little mouse?”
“Hell, yes.”
“Tell me how much.”
She bucked beneath me, spearing herself onto my cock as far as she could go. My entire length lived inside her.
I hissed, my eyes shooting black and my third orgasm spiralling into existence.
“That much,” she groaned. “I want you to fuck me that much.”
“Christ, you’re going to make me come.”
Her fingernails dug into the carpet as I gave up on making this last. This was the finish line. Pimlico was as wild and unhinged as I was.
The least I could do was give her another soul-searing release so we could collapse and try to breathe again.
Unlocking one hand from hers, I squeezed her swinging breasts then palmed her ass before following the contours of her hip to her belly and finally between her legs.
“You’re going to come for me.”
Her legs snapped together as I rubbed the bundle of nerves guaranteed to make her shatter. I expected a fight. She’d already come. She was overly sensitive. But as I pinched her clit and growled with self-restraint on my own climax, she shattered.