Page 81 of Flashback for the Forward

“That’s it, beautiful. Fuck me. Use my dick to get yourself off.”

Almost as if she’d been waiting for my permission, Bridget placed both hands on my chest for leverage, and she picked up the pace. Those first tentative, exploratory hip rolls were a distant memory as she rode me so hard the sharp crack of our bodies crashing together echoed off the walls.

I might not be able to touch her, but I could feel her.

Every shudder, every breath, every heartbeat.

And there was only so long I could hold back before I started to pound into her from below. I relished the cry of pleasure that spilled from her lips at the change.

“You like that?” I gritted out.

Her reply came out breathless. “Yes. God, yes.”

Sweat coated my skin as I fought like hell to keep my orgasm at bay. It was so close I could taste it, every glide of her hot pussy over my dick testing the limits of my restraint.

Bridget’s eyes sprang open at the sound of the headboard rattling as I fought against the urge to reach for her. Fire flashed in those green gems, almost as if she liked seeing me struggle to hold back.

“If I had the use of my hands, I’d play with your tits, suck and pinch your nipples until I made you scream.”

That pulled a whimper from her chest, her pussy rippling around me.

“And then when I felt you were right on the edge of coming, I’d reach between us and rub your clit until you squirted all over my cock.”

Her back bowed. “Yes! Yes, I want that!”

I grunted, the pleasure nearly blinding. “Say the words, and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Touch me!” Bridget cried. “Put your hands on me, Cole.”

Releasing the headboard, the first place my palms landed was her hips, and I groaned when my fingers dug into her soft flesh. I held her steady as I thrust into her as if my life depended on it, rutting like a goddamn animal. But that’s what Bridget did to me; she turned me into a feral beast—one that was not going to go back into its cage willingly.

As much as I loved seeing her branded with my name, I tugged on the hem of the jersey, urging her to lift her arms so I could remove it.

“Off. Need it off,” I panted.

The fabric cleared her head, revealing a naked body underneath that was a work of art.

My hands roved over her bare skin. “Stunning. Perfect.” With a growl of possession, I added, “Mine.”

“Yours,” Bridget confirmed, arching into my touch when I cupped her breasts.

She clenched around my cock at the first pass of my thumbs over the pebbled nipples.

“Not gonna last much longer,” I warned, pummeling her pussy even faster as my balls began to tighten.

Meeting me thrust for thrust and grinding on the downstroke so that her clit grazed against my pelvis, she moaned. “Me neither.”

That was my cue.

Bringing my thumb to my mouth, I slicked it with my tongue before working it between us. The second I made contact with that sensitive bud at the apex of her thighs, she began to tremble, her body tensing in preparation for release.

Racing against the clock, I rubbed furious circles. “That’s it. Give it to me, beautiful. Come all over my cock.”

On command, Bridget’s cunt locked down on me. Nails biting into my pecs hard enough to draw blood, she bucked over me wildly. Her screams of passion as she reached her climax rang in my ears as white-hot pleasure surged through my nervous system.

Unable to hold on a moment longer, my orgasm detonated, causing a roar to be ripped from my chest as I emptied inside her.

Spent, she collapsed to my chest, and I clutched her tightly as my dick continued to pulse.