Page 39 of Want You

Another whimper and his dick pulsed with want. Reaching down, he brought the head to her opening, circling her lips, teasing her until her desperate little whimpers destroyed his desire to tease. She cried out when he pushed all the way in with one long, hard stroke, relief colouring her sounds and bringing him dangerously close to release.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” she praised, throwing her head back, her pants matching his thrusts.

He wrapped his hand around her slender neck, holding her in place with just enough pressure to cause her eyes to roll back in pleasure. “You like my hand around your pretty neck, Autumn girl?”

“Yes,” she breathed out. “Har–”

“What was that?”

Sex-drunk eyes gazed back. “Harder,” she whispered.

“What do you want harder, baby? My hand”—he squeezed, her groan vibrating through his fingertips—“or my cock.” He snapped his hips, bottoming out, feeling the way her tight cunt squeezed around him. They both had a hold on the other, his was just more obvious.

“Both, please,” she begged.

Nathan applied a bit more pressure with his thumb, squeezing gently and releasing, watching her closely for any signs of distress. No distress came and he felt the orgasm when it hit, her pussy clamping down around him so hard that he could only slam all the way inside and hold himself still. His grip around her neck loosened and he circled his thumb around her pulse point as it went wild for him—because of him.

When the tremors stopped, he pulled out and dragged her off the counter, holding her steady as he spun her around, pushing her feet farther apart and bending her over.

Then he slotted himself roughly back in as soon as her cheek pressed against the cool marble, wrapping her hair tightly around his fist.

“Look at the mess you made. I think you should clean it up while I finish deep inside you.”

He wished he could see them from the front, watch her face as she did as she was told, her tongue lapping up the cum that had spilled from her onto the countertop, moaning as he continued his punishing pace.

Unwrapping her hair from his fist, he let it fall across her back and grabbed her hips, pulling her hard against him.

“Oh god,” Octavia choked out, her neck straining as she called to the heavens, her hands gripping the edge of the countertop as she pushed herself desperately back against him.

Nathan was close but didn’t move, holding her in place as he enjoyed dangling on the edge of the crash he was craving.

“Don’t fucking move, Octavia,” he rasped, his fingers digging deeper into her flesh.

“Okay,” she babbled, her knuckles turning whiter, body shaking with the effort to hold herself back.

He reached around, sliding his fingers to her clit, feeling her coil as the need to move ran through her.

“You’re such a good girl, baby, I know how badly you want more. How badly you want me to fuck you so hard the people ten floors down hear us. You’re practically vibrating. But you don’t get to move until you come, understand?”

“Mmmm.” She hummed, her teeth biting into her bottom lip, eyes pleading with him.

Her breathing changed, little stuttered breaths puffing out as he drove her closer to the edge. The feeling of her getting close was something he could become addicted to. Maybe next time he’d edge her. Get to feel the way she started to clench again and again before finally letting her go off.

“Come for me, Octavia.” He growled, pulling his hand away from her clit to grip her hips, fucking her with his own needy desperation. The feel of her walls milking his cock so intense he only lasted for four thrusts before emptying himself deep inside her.

He felt her legs give out and held her up, pushing her closer to the counter while he continued to slowly fuck in and out, focused on the way their cum mixed on his cock, wishing they could stay just like this forever.

She whined when he began to withdraw, and because he hated to deny her of anything, he stopped, allowing her to back up until he was fully seated again.

“Needy,” he teased, nipping her earlobe, and loving the little yelp she released. “Now be good for me, baby, and stay put.”

He began to pull out again, one hand putting pressure on Octavia’s lower back, holding her still while he used the other one to drag along his cock and push every drop of cum back in, refusing to let anything escape. Then he turned her around and kissed her roughly before lifting her back onto the counter and dropping to his knees, desperate to taste them together.

Octavia’s heels dug into his upper back, holding him in place, making tiny mewling sounds as if she was deriving as much pleasure from this little experiment as he was. He pushed his tongue as far into her as he could, his eyes peering up her body as she looked down at him, pupils blown wide, lower lip trapped between her teeth.

Once satisfied he’d gotten everything, he stood and leaned over her spent body, mesmerized as her lips parted. He didn’t think, he just let the liquid drip through his lips into her waiting mouth.

Octavia smirked up at him as she swallowed, reaching up and dragging him down, moaning in approval as his lips met hers.