“Harder.”
His eyes widened at my request, and I realized the word had escaped my lips, revealing my secret need. I didn’t have time to blush or attempt to backpedal; he gripped tighter, lifting me from the ground, pressing my back against the wall he’d pinned me to. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him close to the apex of my thighs, where I needed him most. His hand moved up, pushing the material of my skirt with it, opening my legs further.
Hard strokes of his hands worked their way up my torso before ripping open my button-up blouse. I was oblivious to the pinging sound of the buttons bouncing off the furniture, due to my own ragged, erratic breath, pounding in my ears, until one of them hit my leg. With a rough hand, he grabbed onto my breasts. He pulled the fabric aside and twisted my nipples between his fingers. I moaned at the feeling, my hips pushing into his.
“You have beautiful breasts. Fucking perfect, perky tits.”
Leaning down, he took one of my nipples between his teeth and pulled. His tongue flicked out to tease, his hand mimicking on the other side. I cried out, my body on fire with need for him, shaking with desire.
“Please, Nathan.” I needed him inside me, fucking me, taking me.
“Please what, Delilah? I don’t know what you want if you don’t say it.”
He smirked, and I glared at him in return. I didn’t want to play his game; I wanted him inside me. My mind screamed out at him, calling him every nasty name I could conjure. His movements ceased, hands no longer moving but resting against my skin.
I gritted my teeth and growled. “Please, take out that big hard cock that I can feel you hiding, and fuck my * with it.”
“That was fucking sexy,” he replied, before tearing his shirt open. His hand moved between us, shredding the fabric that had been my panties away. He undid his belt and pants.
Once his cock was free, he rocked his hips, running his hard, silky length against my wet folds, teasing my clit. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes.” I whimpered, pushing against him.
His hands returned to my waist as he lined himself up with my entrance. “Then fucking take it.”
I cried out as he drove his cock into me. The force of his thrust was hard enough to rattle the painting that hung a few feet away from where we were. There was a brief second of a pause before he pulled out and pushed back in with the same intensity. In two strokes, he had me on the edge, my eyes rolling back as he filled me. I was so drenched for him he slid in and out with ease.
“So deep!” I managed to cry out between pants. My eyes screwed tight as I soaked up the pleasure, my head lolling against the wall. I was no longer able to do anything other than feel his cock pumping into me.
In with a slam, and then out. Slam! Out. Slam.
His movements were relentless, making me feel him almost to the point that I could take no more. He grabbed onto my jaw, tilting my face down and bringing us almost eye-to-eye.
“Open your eyes. Don’t you dare look away,” he warned, driving harder.
I cried out softly. “Can’t…too much.”
“You will. Even when I make you come and you’re screaming my name. Or I won’t let you.”
I whimpered again, and he knew why; there was no denying his words were pushing me closer to orgasm. My muscles tightened, and my eyes threatened to close, my body giving into his assault, shaking as I tipped over the edge. I complied and screamed out his name as I came hard, my eyes never leaving his. The feeling of him continuing to thrust so hard while my walls clenched around him, was severe.
“Good girl. Fuck, that was so fucking hot. You feel so good when you come around my cock.” His lips found mine again; another hard kiss.