When he slipped two fingers inside me, I fell back on the table and arched my back. My moans echoed off the glass walls and back to me. He pressed against my spot, stroking in and out of me with the same rhythm as his tongue. My hips kept his pace, grinding my pussy against his face as I let every pleasurable sensation rule me.
Seizing on my clit, he ran his tongue over it again and again before fastening his lips around it and sucking.
I gasped and rocked my hips, the friction ramping up the tension coiling inside me.
He groaned and pushed his fingers deep within me. Sparks erupted along my skin, skittering across my body until I was on fire and coming in an explosion of pleasure. His name was ripped from my lungs as my hips seized and my pussy convulsed greedily around his fingers, dragging them in deeper as I arched my back so hard, the unforgiving table bruised my shoulders.
“Oh my God.” I let out a huge breath and relaxed back into the table as my pussy pulsed a few more times, sending endorphins rushing to every corner of my mind.
He stopped sucking and kissed me before standing. All I could do was stare, my body limp and my mind blissfully blank. He stripped his shirt the rest of the way off, giving me a view of his broad chest and the dark hair there that created a trail down into his pants. He scrubbed a hand down his face and reached for his belt, unbuckling it and dropping his zipper.
My eyes widened as he pulled his cock out, the tip glistening wet. I struggled to sit up, wanting to taste him. But he pushed me back down, his palm flat on my chest before roving to knead my breast. He fisted himself with his other hand, stroking slowly as he took in my body.
“Birth control?” he asked.
“Y-yes. Clean?”
“Yes.” He stroked harder and stepped to me, his tip pressing against my entrance. He leaned over me and pulled me up to him, claiming me in another mind-blowing kiss as he pushed inside me. I moaned into his mouth as he pulled back and pressed all the way inside, filling me until the slight pinch was overshadowed by the rush of need.
“So tight. Fuck, Scarlett.” He stared into my eyes and gave me a moment to adjust.
It was so wrong, everything we’d done and were about to do. But just this taste of him made me realize I’d been starved for his touch, this contact.
Gripping my ass with one hand, he pulled me into his strokes, while he used the other to rope my hair and pull my head back. His teeth grazed my neck as the slapping sound of his thighs against mine reverberated through the room. I panted as he bit down at my jugular, no doubt leaving a mark. I dug my nails into his shoulder and spread my legs even wider, getting every bit of contact to my clit and my spot.
He groaned as I opened to him fully; then he left a trail of kisses to my breasts. Sucking a hard nipple into his mouth, he yanked harder on my hair so that I arched into his mouth. I cried out as he slammed into me harder, his thick cock sliding deep with every thrust.
I reached up and yanked on his hair until he growled against my breast and stood, pulling my body to his and biting my bottom lip. Raking my nails down his back, I grabbed his ass, spurring him even rougher into me. I wanted to feel him the next day.
He pounded me, grunting with the effort, and his cock growing even harder. He wrapped his arms around me, crushing me to his chest and made smaller movements, keeping his cock lodged deeply as he thrusted. My clit buzzed, my pussy tightening for another orgasm.
He came up for air and rested his forehead against mine, staring at me as we both panted.
Resting his hand at my throat, he nuzzled next to my ear, never breaking his rhythm. “Say my name, Scarlett.”
I let my head loll back. Power games were my forte. “That all you got, Mr. Granade?”
He gripped my chin and pulled my gaze back to his. “That’s not the name I want, and you know it. Is that how you want to play it?”
I couldn’t help myself, even though my body was dancing along the edge of a knife and ready to fall. I smirked. “Yes, Mr. Granade.”
He grinned. “You asked for it.” Shoving me back down on the table, he caged my throat with one hand and used his other thumb to press on my clit.
My hips bucked, and I writhed beneath him as he pistoned so hard, the heavy table began to move.
“Say it, Scarlett. Tell me who makes you come.” He applied light pressure to the sides of my neck. “I want you to come on my dick. I want to feel you milking me as I give you every last drop.”
His dirty talk shot me into orbit, and when he swirled his thumb around my clit and then let off my neck, euphoria set in and my body froze. I came hard, my pussy undulating against his hard cock.
“Kennedy!” I was gone, dragged down beneath the waves of delicious release and coming harder than I ever had in my life.