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“God,” she groans as her arms fly up beside her head.
That was easier than I thought it would be.
I dip my head, sucking her bottom lip between my teeth before reaching for her outstretched arms. My cock leaks against her belly as I remove the thong from my palm and wrap it around her wrists. Once I’m happy with my work, I sit back on my knees and stare down at the hottest, most beautiful sight of my entire life.
With Roxanne’s hands bound above her head, the rest of her body reaches for me. Her perky breasts jiggle as she writhes against the mattress, and her dusty pink nipples are pointing directly at me. Her hips rock mindlessly, seeking out my stiff cock. Our bodies must be magnets, because I lunge for her, desperately needing to feel her naked skin against mine.
God.I didn’t know it was possible for skin-to-skin contact to feel this good. I’m not even inside of her yet, and still, I feel like I’ll never recover from this. Our bodies are pressed tightly together, my dick sliding against her soft belly and my heavy balls rubbing against her pussy. Her hard nipples brush against my chest as I press my lips to hers. I kiss, suck, and nibble on her lips, tongue, and jaw. My lips never leave her body as our skin grows damp.
When my balls tighten, drawing close to my body, I knowthat our foreplay is about to becomeendplayif I don’t get on with it.
Sucking on her bottom lip, I pull off with a pop while lifting myself up on one arm. With my free hand, I reach down between my legs and fist my aching cock. I give my length a few hard pumps before positioning myself at her entrance.
“You ready, baby?” I rasp, breaching her tight hole with my tip. “I’m going to fuck you, and it’s not going to be soft or sweet. I’m going to fucking own you, Roxanne.”
“Yes,” she moans breathlessly, rocking her hips.
“Is that what you want?” I ask, groaning as I slide in an inch further. “For me to fuck you like my little whore?”
“Mmmm,” she moans, her eyes rolling back as she elongates her neck.
I push in further, but not all the way in. She’s already sucking me in, squeezing me so damn tight.
“Answer me, Rox,” I demand, halting my movements and stilling inside of her. God, she’s so damn tight. I need her to answer me before I come right the fuck now.
“Fuck, Elliot,” she pants. “Yes. Just…don’t stop.”
She lifts her hips, impaling herself further on my dick. My hands shoot to her waist, holding her still.
I need to hear her say it.
“Elliot,” she whines. “Fuck me. Please, for the love of God, fuck me.”
I clench my fingers around her small waist, tighten my grip, and thrust in until I bottom out. My head falls back at the feeling of being fully seated inside of her, her tight pussy swallowing every inch of me. My mouth parts as I look down to gaze at my dick burrowed between her trembling legs.
“God,” I exhale. “So fucking good.”
I pull out slowly, letting her adjust to my size before pushing back. I rock my hips, finding a rhythm as shewraps her legs around my back and digs her heels into my ass. She arches her back, meeting my thrusts, and urging me to go harder.
You asked for it, baby.
I slam into her, giving her everything. The erotic sounds of our moans and skin slapping together fill the silent room, bringing me closer to release.
“Shit,” I groan. “Jesus Christ, Rox.”
A burning heat simmers low in my groin as beads of sweat trickle down my temples. I continue pumping inside her as her emerald eyes meet mine, her brows pinched together with pleasure and need. Her tits bounce with each of my thrusts, my balls slapping against her ass as I pound into her.
When I have sex with other women, I’m only focused on coming…getting to my release. But right now, and maybe for the first time ever, I don’t want this to end. I don’t care about my own pleasure or getting off, I just want to be connected toherfor as long as possible. Because whatever is happening between us is way beyond sexual attraction. Somehow, I feel like her soul knows mine. Like maybe she was born into this dark, fucked up world just to find me.
Roxanne stretches her arms above her head, pulling her wrists apart and trying to break free.
“Elliot,” she pleads. “Untie me, please. I need to touch you.”
Nine times out of ten, I don’t want to be touched when I’m fucking someone. Again, I’m a selfish bastard who only desires his own pleasure.
I thought it would be better like this…If I took control and tried to keep as many emotions out of this as possible. I thought I could just fuck her and hopefully, get her out of my system.
But we both know that’s a fucking lie.
