On His Terms(49)

Need coursed through her, her mind fighting a battle with everything else.

“You’re so fucking tight and wet for me.” It was like he was forcing the words out. Both of his hands were on either side of her head as he slammed into her, and retreated.

In and out. Hard and then slow. He did the same motions over and over again. His sweat dripped from his hairline and chest and landed on her breasts, and the feeling of that wetness was like acid on her body. It felt good, mind-exploding, and she wanted more. God she wanted more. The full, heavy weight of his balls slapped against her ass repeatedly. When he started to slow his thrusting she feared he was stopping right on the precipice of her coming again, but it was clear he wasn’t about to end this. He grabbed her calf and lifted it over his shoulder, and then leaned back slightly. His focus was on where their bodies joined, and the light from outside came through to show the sheen of sweat covering his chest.

Rian started to thrust back into her. “Brace yourself on your elbows, Sorcha. I want you to watch as I take you. I want you to see my cock going into your sweet little wet pussy, and know that you’re mine. This is mine, and I don’t share.”

Those words meant so much more than face value. She did as he asked, watching with wide eyes as he pushed the remaining inches into her and pulled back out. He did this with measured, expert movements, skilled in knowing how to torment and arouse her without even trying. His focus was on her when she glanced at him. Head downcast, gaze trained right on her, and eyelids at half mast, Rian looked frightening as much as he looked attractive.

“Watch, Sorcha.” His face looked controlled, but his voice was strained. His arms were braced on either side of her, and his muscles bunched. It was a façade, because he was losing it, too.

She glanced down between her thighs, and a gasp-moan left her at the sight. The light still came through the window, and gave her an illuminated, unobstructed view of what was going on. Her pussy hole was stretched wide around his cock, his thickness impressive yet frightening. He moved faster into her, pulling out and pumping back in. The sound of their wet skin slapping together filled the room, drowned her senses, and drove her need higher.

“Do you see how perfectly you’re made for me?” His deep voice cracked, a telling sign that he was about to go over the edge. Her climax was so close she could feel it start in her lower back, the pleasure slowly building until it would explode within her.

“Oh, fuck. I’m so close, Sorcha, so damn close.” He groaned and grunted. “You’re going to come again, baby.” He moved his thumb to her clit and started rubbing it quickly. He pounded faster and harder into her, the sound of her pussy suctioning his dick loud to her ears.

So close.

She fell back on the bed, loving the way Rian worked that digit on her clit. Sorcha moved her hands back to the headboard, grabbed the slats tightly, and braced herself for the onslaught of pleasure. She opened her mouth to scream out, the eroticism so magnetizing she couldn’t control herself. Her pussy tightened of its own accord and milked his cock until her whole body ached from the aftermath. She opened her eyes, not even realizing she had closed them.

His breathing hitched, and his face became a mask of pleasure when he suddenly jerked out of her, grabbed his shaft, and stroked it quickly. The vision of his cock in his hands, glistening from her juices, was a sight beyond words. He groaned, his eyes never leaving hers as ribbon after ribbon of cum shot out of him and landed on her stomach and chest. That sight alone could have given her another orgasm.

He stared her, a small, satisfied smile tugging at his lips. “I could watch you come all night long.”

“I don’t know if I could handle all night long.”

He moved off the bed, and she watched him walk into the bathroom. His naked body was certainly a sight, and she realized that being with him made her feel truly beautiful. She didn’t feel fat or ugly when with him, because the way he looked at her, touched her, and kissed her, told her that Rian liked every bump and curve on her body. Lying there, sated and relaxed, she closed her eyes. The sound of running water pierced her relaxation, but she kept her eyes closed and smiled. A moment later she felt a warm, wet cloth smooth over her flesh. Opening her eyes, she watched as Rian cleaned her off before slipping into bed beside her. He covered them with the blankets and pulled her so she was flush with him—back to chest. Staring out the window, she could see the sky and stars, and tonight they looked so clear.

God, this man had made her fall for him, and that scared the hell out of her. Even after all the shit that had happened she couldn’t block her emotions out for Rian. She was returning to work Monday, and she didn’t know how things would play out. How awkward would it be once work started again?