“Touch me all you want. You only have a few minutes left, and you’ve yet to prove that you’re man enough to make me come seven times.”
She turned her back on him, giving him a hopefully tempting view of her ass. Waited.
Didn’t have to wait long.
Amy squealed with real surprise when Owen grabbed her by the shoulders and whirled her around. Before she had time to react, he had heaved her up over his shoulder and was carrying her back to the bedroom.
“Hey!” she shouted, pummeling him on the back with very little force. This was working out even better than she’d imagined. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“You’ve had your fun,” he rasped, in a voice she found absolutely thrilling. “Now it’s time for both of us to play.” He had her legs trapped with one arm or else she would have flailed her legs in a show of outrage.
But she squirmed enthusiastically until he gave her a swat on the bottom, the slapping sound of his palm on her flesh startling and strangely erotic.
As they approached the bedroom, she grabbed his sides for leverage and twisted her body until she could see around to the front of his body. She giggled in satisfaction as she saw his erection bobbing as he walked.
“You think that’s funny, do you?” he inquired, in a soft, dangerous tone. He must have intuitively realized what she was giggling at.
“Hilarious,” she admitted. Truthfully, it was more exhilarating than hilarious, but she wasn’t here to stroke his ego. “Poor Owen. Are you ever going to get to do anything with that thing?”
They’d reached the bedroom again, and he hauled her off of his shoulder and set her on her feet in front of him. She had to clutch at his shoulders to get her balance. “Oh, yes. I’m definitely going to do something with it. Exactly what you want me to do with it.” He pinned her with his eyes. “Ask me.”
She felt a deep jolt between her legs. “You know what I want.”
He turned her around until she was facing the mirror over the dresser and his hands skated over her curves with light, tantalizing stimulation. “Ask me anyway.” His fingers settled on her nipples and played with them in a way that made her stifle a groan. She stared at the mirror—mesmerized by the sight of his skillful fingers twirling her rosy nipples.
“Owen,” she said on an indrawn breath. Watched in the mirror as his hand dipped down to nudge at her intimate folds. Then they explored deeper. Found how hot and wet she still was. Despite all her earlier orgasms, she still wanted him again. “Fuck me.”
He grunted his approval, and she felt his erection pushing into her from behind. Then his hand was pushing into her back, folding her at the waist until she was bent over the dresser. “Like this?” he asked hoarsely.
“Yeah.” She felt pulsing desire vie with something else inside her. She ignored that something else. This was working. This was just hot sex. This was meaningless fucking. Nothing else. “Fuck me like this.”
Since he’d already ascertained her readiness, Owen pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and found her pussy. Lifted her hips slightly as he pushed his hard cock inside her, making her suck in a breath at the familiar intrusion.
Amy was grabbing at the back of the dresser and holding her head up so she could watch them in the mirror. The sharp edge of wood she bent over was poking her painfully in the belly but she ignored it. Focused only on the feel of Owen’s cock inside her.
Holding onto her hips, he pulled out some and then plunged back inside—going deeper than he had all afternoon, filling her completely. Shudders of pleasure radiated out from the penetration, and she moaned deep in her throat. She felt his balls resting against her bottom. She wiggled in response.
He grunted and thrust again, once more making her shudder and moan.
She clung to the dresser desperately, her eyes never leaving his face.
He was acting like the caveman she had teased him into—giving her what she’d asked for.
It was what she wanted. He was hot and primal and dominant, and he was fucking her like an animal. This was sex. Only sex. And it felt amazing.
Exquisite pressure started building inside her as Owen’s thrusts become harder and faster. With each drive forward, he pushed her into the dresser and one of his hands slid forward on her back until it was fisted in her hair. She urged him on with her broken whimpers and pleas, trying to move with him as best she could in her helpless position.
It wouldn’t take much longer for her to come to the final of her seven orgasms.
Owen's face was damp again, and now he was staring down at where his cock was sliding in and out of her body. His hands were clutching hard at her hip and her hair. And the breathless grunts he made were rough and incoherent.