She moaned, and her chest rose faster with her labored breaths. Like she’d run miles. When fingers joined the teasing strokes, she heard the wet sounds as her inner lips clasped moistly around his thick fingers, and then she smiled because he burrowed deeper at her body’s lewd invitation, pumping inside her, stretching her with a third, and then a fourth finger.
When his lips latched onto her clit, she couldn’t suppress the cry he surprised from her. Thick digits continued to sink inside her, stretching her, making her pussy pulse as she began to undulate her hips, climbing toward the apex.
But then he pulled out of her and backed away, abandoning her when she’d been ready to let go. He gripped her hips hard and shoved her up the bed. His knees landed on the mattress between her spread legs, and she lifted them high, but he nudged her bottom roughly to scoot her higher. When he was satisfied, he grabbed her legs and urged them around his hips, then prodded her sex with the blunt, round head of his cock. His gaze locked with hers, his hands flattened on the mattress beside her shoulders. When he had her undivided attention, he took a deep breath and stroked deep.
She was wet, ready, but not prepared for his size. She cried out, and then bit her lip, not wanting him to stop or even slow the forceful motions that thrust his cock deeper and deeper into her body, until his balls slapped her tender perineum.
There was nothing smooth, nothing easy about the way he made love. He powered into her, grunting at the end of each thrust, forcing an equally unfeminine grunt from her lips that pleased her primitive, primal core.
She’d feel bruised, sore, used when he was done, but satisfied like she
’d never been before.
Her arms wound around his shoulders, and she pressed her cheek against his hot throat, feeling tears leak from between her tightly squeezed eyelids. She didn’t know why she cried, but he forced powerful emotions from her just as he forcefully, brutally took her body.
Her bed thudded heavy against the wall, the sound pulling her away, giving her something else to think about rather than how shattered she felt, and she laid back her head, opening her eyes to meet his fierce gaze.
“Did I hurt you?” he growled.
“Yes. Please don’t stop.”
A gust of laughter shook his chest, and he hiked her legs higher around his waist and slammed harder, his strokes shortening, quickening.
She couldn’t catch her breath. And she was quickly flying apart. She raked her fingers down either side of his spine, digging deep.
He grunted again, gathered his knees closer to her, laying his chest on top of hers and resting his forehead on the mattress beside her face.
Gillian skimmed her lips along the edge of his ear, licked a trickle of sweat sliding alongside his cheek and nuzzled closer, waiting, waiting….until the tension he built with his hard, sharp strokes finally coaxed her orgasm into full bloom. She gasped into his ear, clung hard to him, and gave a keening howl as it ripped through her.
His release came quickly on the heels of her own. His choked breaths and gasps added texture to the slowing staccato of his last strokes. Then he was falling over her, wrung out, his cock jerking inside her as his breaths rattled through his chest.
When he’d recovered somewhat, he came up on his elbows, a lop-sided grin on his face. His large hands cupped her cheeks tenderly, and he bent quickly, covering her lips for a surprisingly gentle kiss.
Gillian’s eyes filled again, and she opened her mouth, touching the tip of his tongue with hers, and then sliding deeper as they pressed closer, hungry again.
When they drew away, still breathless, they both laughed.
“Don’t take this wrong,” he said, his expression turning serious. “But if all you want to do is run tomorrow, just turn me toward my truck when we’re done. Because if I come through that door, I’m not leaving until this bed’s a pile of sticks.”
“What?” She arched a brow. “Are you thinking I might need some recovery time? That I can’t keep up?”
He grimaced. “I’m thinking I didn’t go about this right.”
“Think I can’t take it? Can’t take you?”
“I don’t usually fall on a woman and fuck her like a goddamn bear,” he growled.
“Well, I liked it,” she said, softening her voice. “It was just what I needed.”
He released a deep sigh and reached behind him to ease her legs to the mattress. Then he widened his legs and hugged her between his.
She liked that he’d locked his cock between her thighs. He didn’t want to break the connection between them.
“Don’t be looking for me to be sweet to you at work,” he said.
She nodded slowly. “I’d be pissed if you let everyone there know I went down so easy.”
He jogged his eyebrows up and down. “Yesterday was stressful.”