Can I Come Over?(15)

“Fuck…” I shut my eyes as he rubbed his hand against my bare back and unclasped my bra with ease.

The lace fell forward, and he sucked my right nipple into his mouth, using his other hand to caress and tease the left one. Swirling his tongue against each of them until they were hard, he made me surrender to him in utter ecstasy.

He grabbed the string of my sweatpants and pulled it, silently commanding me to step out of them.

As I obliged, he pulled his shirt over his head—revealing a perfect set of six-pack abs.

Keeping his eyes on me, he unbuckled his jeans and slowly stepped out of them, leaving only a pair of navy blue briefs between us.

“This is what you want, right?” He grabbed my hand and placed it against his bulge, using my hand to rub against it.

“Take it out,” he said, his voice hoarse.

I nodded, sliding a hand inside the fabric and biting my bottom lip as I freed his cock. Then I realized that no picture would ever do it justice.

It was rock hard, definitely nine inches, and straining to be buried deep inside of my pussy.

I didn’t get a chance to look at it for long. His mouth found his way on top of mine again, and he unleashed a darker torrent of dominating kisses.

I tried to pull away from him in between breaths, to get down on my knees and taste his cock, but he didn’t let me.

“You can swallow my cum tomorrow,” he whispered.

He slid his hands between my thighs, cupping my soaking wet pussy before slipping a finger deep inside of me.

I arched my back as he slipped in another, then he pressed his thumb against my clit and rubbed it until it swelled against his fingertips.

I’d never been this wet, this on edge and wanting in anticipation.

“Oh my god…” I murmured as he pressed his cock against my thigh.

Without warning, he pulled his hand away and bent down low, pulling a condom out of his pants pocket. He handed it to me and I slowly rolled it onto him.

“Get on the bed,” he said, his gaze heated.

I obliged and walked over to it, sitting on the edge.

He smiled and quickly followed. Then he clasped my ankles and flipped me over so I was facing the floor to ceiling mirror on the other side of the room.

His eyes met mine in the reflection as he moved behind me. He looked ever more dominant this way, in the not-so-distant glass.

“Get on all fours,” he whispered, using one hand to tease my slit, the other to slap my ass.

With our eyes still locked in the mirror, he pressed his cock against my pussy and slid into me all at once.

“Fuck…Fuck…” My fingers gripped the sheets as he buried himself deeper, as he began to thrust in and out of me and fuck me harder than I’d ever been fucked before.

Using his hips to keep me under his control, he kept pace with his hard and relentless rhythm—making me moan louder and louder with every stroke.

I shut my eyes and cried out in utter pleasure as he owned my body with his, but within seconds, he was pulling me back by my hair.

“Open your eyes, Christina,” he said, whispering. “I want you to watch me while I fuck you…”

I kept them shut.

He gripped my hair a little harder and slapped my ass, forcing my eyes to flutter open.

My eyes met his in our reflection, and I took in the sight of our entwined bodies, our sex.

He pressed a long, hard kiss against my shoulder, and then he started fucking me even harder.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him—off us. I was transfixed by the sight of him grinding against me, at how fucking perfect he looked thrusting his cock inside of me.

Feeling more aroused than I’d ever been, I slid a hand between my thighs and pressed two fingers against my swollen clit.

I moaned in pleasure at the juxtaposition of our rhythms, and realized that he was now transfixed by me.

He watched as I took every stroke from him, as I grinded against him and matched whatever he gave.

“Fuck, Christina…” He groaned and grabbed my neck, gently squeezing it.

My pussy throbbed against his cock, and he slowly released his hand. Trailing his tongue against the crease of my back, he whispered. “I want you to come on my cock, Christina…”

I dropped my hands to the sheets again, clawing at them as tremors began traveling up and down my spine, as my legs began to shake under him.

“I’m ahhhh…” I moaned. “I’m going to…I’m going to…”

“Yes…” he whispered. “I know…”

I took one last look at our reflection, watching him pound into me, and I screamed his name as I came apart under him.

Oh my god…

I felt him thrusting into me a few more times, felt him grip my hips and still as he reached his own orgasm.

Our breathless panting was the only sound in the room for several minutes, save for the few wet kisses he was pressing against my bare shoulder.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, slowly pulling out of me.

I bit back a sigh at the loss of contact, wanting to feel him inside of me all over again.

Moments later, he slid his hand under me and flipped me over.

He stared at me as he trailed his hand from my neck to my stomach, down between my thighs again.

“Are you leaving now?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

“Of course not.” He smirked, grabbing my ankles and spreading my legs a bit wider. “We have seven months of fucking to catch up on…”