Honored_ An Alpha Mob Romance(45)

“Fuck,” I whispered as he slid himself inside me.

It was something I had never felt before. He was big, but there was more. It was probably how badly I wanted him, how soaking wet I was, practically dripping. But he slid easily inside of me, despite his size, and filled every inch. I groaned and dipped my head forward as he pushed himself deep into me. I nearly came right then and there from the sheer anticipation and joy of him. My knees felt weak, but his strong hands and arms supported my hips, holding me up as he began to rock back and forth in long, slow strokes.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he said in my ear, his breath warm and tingling.

I reached back and ran my fingers through his hair, arching my back as he began to press harder into me, rocking again and again, his hands grasping my hips roughly. I had to lean forward again to support myself as he slammed himself into me, again and again. I didn’t know what I said or what I did, but I knew pleasure was rolling in waves up my body, and I couldn’t control the moans coming from my throat.

He was an animal, pure and simple. His strong abs slammed into me, his thick cock filling my body, but he didn’t slow down. He reached forward with one hand and grabbed my tits, working them as he fucked me deep. I moved my hips back, practically standing on my tiptoes to take his dick better, gasping as the angle shifted and he moved deeper into me. I could feel my fingers digging into the wall as the feeling built up inside me.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he grunted, thrusting into me.

Instead of responding, I pulled my hips forward, feeling him slide out of my spot with a groan. I spun around, his arms up over my shoulders, and pressed my body against his. We locked eyes, and it was like he knew exactly what I wanted. He took a step back and I softly pushed him downward, his body lying out on the floor. I straddled his hips and slowly slipped myself down along his shaft, my back arched and hands pressed down on his chest, pushing my breasts together.

He grinned up at me. “I love that face.”

I looked at him, slowly sliding up and down. “What face?”

“When you take my cock, that first instant. It drives me fucking insane.”

In response, I bucked my hips up and down, slamming myself into him. His grin disappeared, replaced with a grunt as I moaned, riding him hard. I twisted and moved my hips, riding in circles, and he reached up to grab my tits, squeezing them and tweaking my nipples.

I was drenched with sweat and wild with desire and pleasure as I felt my orgasm slowly build in my core. He obviously could tell how close I was because I dipped forward, my hair hanging down around him as I slammed my hips harder, working them back and forth, riding hard, my lower back bending and sliding.

It came through me then, and my entire body began to shake. I moaned wildly, and he loved it, thrusting along with my rhythm. My back arched and tensed as I came, the perfect blissful blankness that follows overtaking my mind. There was nothing but him inside of me, his big dick, his powerful chest, his full lips, his smell and smile and everything about him pressed up inside of me as I came.

Slowly, it passed. He sat up, arms wrapped around me, and I felt small in his embrace, my legs wrapped around him. I kept moving my hips, softly, overwhelmed by how sensitive it was post-orgasm. He grinned at me and kissed my nose and my cheeks and my chin.

“Your knees sore?” he asked.

I grinned. “Probably will be.”

He rolled me over suddenly, keeping himself inside me, and pressed me down onto my back. He slowly began to work himself in and out of me again.

I reached up and grabbed his hair, grinning. “You going to come for me now?”

He grunted and pressed himself deep into me, and I gasped, releasing his hair. Without another word, he grabbed my hips and began to fuck me again, sliding in and out deeply, working up his pace. I could see the sweat dripping down his chest, and I reached up and grabbed my tits as he kept fucking me. I wanted him to look at me, wanted him to drink in everything. His whole face was wild with pleasure as he pushed into me, rocking deeply and hard.

Our moans and the slap of our skin filled the otherwise empty room as he worked himself into me. I could tell he was close from the way he gripped my body, pushing and pushing hard. I wanted him to come for me, needed it so badly; I didn’t know why, but I wanted him to release. I moaned, realizing that every noise I made drove him nuts, and his eyes locked on my tits and my lips.

His pace peaked, and I watched as his whole body stiffened. I could feel him twitch inside of me as his orgasm overtook him. He stroked hard and deep inside me, and I worked my hips for him, encouraging everything. Finally, after a few more deep strokes, his body relaxed and he finished. He slowly pulled himself away, collapsing next to me on the floor.