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"God, yes!" she cried out, her body a live wire, sparking under my touch. I grinned against her, teeth grazing the softness there, loving how she danced on the edge for me.
"Like that, sunshine?" My voice vibrated against her soaked folds. "You like how I tongue fuck you?"
"More... please," she begged, hips grinding against my face. And shit, that please—it cut through the grime in my soul, made me want to lay the world at her feet. But right now, all I had to give was this—my worship at the altar of her pleasure.
"Ravenous little thing," I muttered but it was praise, not reprimand. Two fingers slid back inside her, setting a punishing rhythm that matched the flicks of my tongue. The dual assault had her spiraling, legs trembling as she clung to my hair to stabilize her.
"Chris..." Her plea was a ragged whisper, torn from lungs that forgot how to breathe. "I can't—"
"Can't what? Can't take it?" I surged on, relentless. "Or can't get enough?"
"Both," she gasped, and fuck if that wasn't the hottest admission. My cock throbbed, aching to claim her, but this moment—it was hers. For her.
"Then come, Ella. Let me drown in it." It was an order, given with the full force of my authority, and she shattered beautifully, her climax a storm that swept us both under.
"Fuck, little ember..." My heart hammered against my ribs. Even as she shook, I chased her high, licking her clean.
"Holy fuck, I don't think anything can top that," she breathed.
"Oh, really?" I growled, rising to tower over her once more. "Watch me."
I stood, my blood pounding in my ears. The motel room's dingy walls felt like they were closing in, yet somehow the space between us was too fucking far. I grabbed her hips and yanked her to me, harsh and unyielding.
"Get on your hands and knees," I ordered. And like the good girl she was, she dropped to her knees before laying her hands on the ground.
"Like this?" Her voice was breathy.
"Perfect." My gaze raked down her arched back, over the curve of her ass. Her hair fell perfectly over her shoulder as I grabbed it and wrapped it around my fist, pulling her head back. "Just like that."
I lined myself up at her entrance, precum beading at the tip of my cock. "You ready for me, sunshine?"
"Yes, sir."
I slammed home with one brutal thrust, every inch of me enveloped by her heat. She cried out, but it wasn't pain. It was pure, raw pleasure - a sound that fucked with my head more than it should.
"Fuck!" My grip on her hips was bruising, sure to leave marks. Souvenirs of our sin. I set a punishing pace, driven by a need so primal it bordered on feral.
"Chris... oh God..." Her moans punched through the haze of lust clouding my brain.
"Say my name again." It was a growl, possessive and dark, demanding she acknowledge who was railing her into oblivion.
"Chris!" Her cry was louder this time, desperate and needy.
"Mine," I snarled, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. "Say it. Say you're fucking mine and mean it."
"Yours, I'm yours," she gasped. And for the first time, I actually believed her.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, raw and obscene. Sweat traced paths down my spine, every muscle tensed as I fucked her. I watched her ass meet me stroke for stroke, jiggling as I pulled her back, again and again.
"Harder," she begged, and shit, if that didn’t strip away any semblance of control left in me.
"Fuck, sunshine..."
"Yes, oh my God, yes!"
And as we moved together, wild and unrestrained, I knew this was where I belonged. In the chaos, in the storm, with her beneath me, around me, fucking overtaking me. Thank you, Priscilla, for bringing this into my life.
"Chris, I'm close... so damn close."
