“I waited,” she whispered, dazed, so much pleasure. “I waited so long, Abram.”
So many years and so many dreams of his touch.
“God, Paige, sweetheart.” Lifting his head he stared down at her, his legs pressing hers farther apart as he lifted, his knees digging into the bed, the head of his cock nestling into the satiny soft folds of her pussy.
The clenched entrance flared around the tip of his cock as he pressed forward, his eyes locked with the drowsy heat of hers and he began to work the stiff flesh into the heated grip of her pussy.
Paige was caught by the midnight of his eyes. She was caught by the pleasure-pain piercing and stretching her sex.
Her thighs trembled, her back arching, neck stretched back as her nails dug into his shoulders, her knees lifting, gripping his hips and opening herself to him.
“There, baby,” he groaned, his fingers gripping her hips, his gaze still locked with hers.
“Hold onto me, baby,” he groaned as she watched his expression tighten, watched his eyes flare.
That heat was burning through her. Like flames licking over her flesh, ripping through her senses. The thick width of his cock pressed in, stretched her and sent desperate aching need shattering through her as she arched, bucking against him, fighting to drive him deeper.
His fingers tightened on her hips, his hips keeping a steady, heated rhythm. He didn’t speed up, he didn’t go any slower. Keeping his gaze on her, he continued to work deeper into flesh rarely used.
Her head twisted on the pillows, dug into them, and with desperate whimpers she begged for more. She wanted to cry out, she wanted to scream for more, but oh God, she couldn’t breathe.
“Please,” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, gripping as the muscles of her cunt rippled and sucked in tight hard spasms as the head of his cock lodged inside her. Working against the resistant muscles, the heavy flesh throbbing, burning inside her.#p#分页标题#e#
She needed more.
“Abram, please,” she moaned. “Oh God! Fuck me. Please, Abram.”
His hips jerked, burying him deeper.
Paige lifted her knees, her legs wrapping around his hips as she ground her pussy upward, gasping with pleasure.
“There you go, precious,” he groaned. “Fuck that sweet pussy up to me. Give it to me, baby. Work on my cock.”
His lips moved to her neck, biting kisses, strokes of his tongue licking over her as he began to move deeper inside her.
Finally.
“Yes,” she whispered, her pleasure echoing in the low cry that left her lips. “Deeper, Abram.”
She lifted closer, her legs tightening around his hips. “Fuck me deeper.”
His hips jerked against her, driving his cock deeper, harder inside her.
She was shaking, shuddering in his grip, but he was shuddering too. She could feel him. His face buried in her neck, his lips moving against the sensitive flesh, his hips moving harder now, pushing his cock deeper inside her.
The pleasure began to whip through her. Sensation upon sensation as she writhed beneath him, her legs tightening around his hips, her arms clasping his neck.
“Take me, Paige.” He nipped at her shoulders. “Take all of me, precious.”
She didn’t have so much as a second’s warning. She’d barely drawn in a tremulous breath when his hips bunched, gathering strength, then in one stroke he buried the full length inside her.
The heavy breadth of his cock forced its way inside her. Every hard inch stroking to her furthest depth and deeper. Pleasure and pain became rocketing fire as he began to move. He didn’t pause, he didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath or to prepare for the sensations tearing across her body, throwing her into a maelstrom of pure bliss. She wanted to scream it was so good, but she couldn’t scream. Instinct kept the desperation bottled inside, silent, or nearly silent.
She had to bite her lip. She bit his shoulder.
“Ah fuck!” Her teeth at his shoulder did something. It triggered a reaction. It set loose a primal, sensual creature she could have never expected. A wild, primitive, erotic lover that hijacked her senses.
His hips twisted and surged, shafted inside her and fucked her with driving, forceful strokes. Each rasp of his cock thrusting through her pussy, pushing her to a limit she hadn’t known existed. Pushing her toward an ecstasy so fiery she was lost in it, begging for more, dying with each stroke.
Each heavy thrust parting and delving, stretching and burning. She bit into his shoulder harder, fighting the cries welling inside her, fighting to hold back.
“No,” she moaned. “No. Please, Abram. Don’t…” She shook her head. “I want to scream,” she whimpered. He growled. His lips covered hers, his tongue delved inside. He trapped the sound. He thrust harder, his cock stroking deeper, fucking her, possessing her, owning her as he never had before.