Chapter Sixteen
Euphoria
Amy
She wiggled out of her panties as fast as she could, throwing them aside before he pinned her against the cool satin of his bed. Had she not been so absorbed by the moment of connection, she might have laughed at his choice. Of course, a man like Kyle had chosen satin bedding. The black sheets were sophisticated and classy—just like him—and they provided the perfect setting for their intensity.
“You were amazing tonight.” He smoldered down at her, his hair falling past his incredible eyes as he settled back between her thighs. “Thank you again.”
“Don’t thank me, sir.” She mewled as his cock nudged her pussy, taunting her with the act that would fulfill them both. “Fuck me.”
Kyle’s gaze widened a fraction, but she swore she saw devils dancing in them as he processed her reply.
“Are you giving the orders now?” He arched a tantalizing eyebrow as his shaft slid into her slick sex.
She whimpered as he filled her. “No, sir. I’m the one who needs your cock.”
“Then that’s what you get.” Lunging forward, he speared her, the power of his possession forcing her mouth to open.
“Fuck.” She clenched around his shaft, enjoying the groan that slipped from his tempting lips. “Yes.”
There was no shame in revealing all of herself anymore. Kyle was still an unknown quantity—an enigma she’d need to explore in order to fully commit—but Amy was no fool. He was also smart, capable, and fucking gorgeous—a man who could provide her with a joyful, safe, and comfortable life. She was never going to let the feelings they shared slip away without a damn good reason.
“Where have you been all my life, little girl?” His breath was hot on her shoulder as he lowered to kiss her.
She had no idea how to answer that with words, so grasping his hair, she wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him closer. The electricity sparking between them was what she’d been missing her entire life—the passion, the need, and the bond. Sex with Graham had been pleasant enough, but after the kids, the carnality had waned into an almost annual event, and by then, it had been routine, as though they were going through the motions . Being with Kyle couldn’t have been any more different. He inspired feelings in her that she’d never acknowledged before, feeding a hunger she hadn’t known existed.
As his shaft slammed into her, their union was about much more than only wanton need; it was about the meeting of two minds. How was it that Kyle had expressed it to his friends earlier? That they were two sides of the same coin, as though they needed the other to be whole—that’s how it seemed as his body worshipped her.
“Fuck.” His hips stilled, pushing him deep inside her. “I want to make this last.”
“I don’t care.” Lost to the fever burning between them, she no longer cared how he fucked her. It only mattered that he was—that he wanted her as much as she longed for him—and there was a chance for them beyond the walls of Brock Hall.
“Well, I do,” he snarled, withdrawing quickly before he scooped her in his arms and spun her onto all fours.
Yelping at the sudden change of tack, she grinned as he jerked her hips back to meet his protruding dick. This was what she adored about Kyle—ill content with the status quo, he was a man prepared to take control of any situation—and she hoped he never changed.
“Perhaps you’ve forgotten who’s in charge, little girl?” His voice thundered from behind her seconds before one hard slap landed on her right ass cheek.
“No, sir!” She winced at the hurt, already sensing how its tendrils reached out to her sex, diffusing heat and arousal around the area.
“No?” His body cocooned hers as he growled the word into the side of her neck.
“No, sir.” She turned her head to meet his gaze fleetingly. “You’re in charge.”
“Oh, you’re sure?” His tone was sardonic.
“I’m sure.” She buried her face into the covers, unable to sustain the knowing look in his eyes.
He impaled her again, his possession all the more breathtaking from the new position. “That’s good to know.”
The hard tug at her hair demanded her head rise, and before she knew it, he’d pulled her into a hard arch as he screwed her into the sheets.
“You’re mine, Amy.” His voice floated over her, as though it had come from a distant place. “And you stay with me.”
“Yes!” He was so deep inside her, it was impossible to think about anything except his tenure of her body. Releasing her hair, his fingers slid around her body to graze over her clit, sending fresh desire raging within her. “I’m yours!”
Abandoned to his custody, there was only the heat of his body, the scintillating motion of his fingers, and the incessant rhythm of his cock as it owned her. Nothing had ever been better.
***
Kyle
So many had come before her. Too many to remember—their names and faces buried in the past—but in the haze of Amy’s surrender, none of them meant a thing. There was only her and her delicious will to cede. Everything else was as extraneous as the wind blowing outside the property.
Driving into her luscious pussy, he planted a kiss on her shoulder blade. Her stiffening muscles and throaty little rasps conveyed how much she liked his fingertip’s ministrations and hardened his resolve. He was determined to topple her before he detonated.
“Oh God.” She ground back against him. “Yes, sir.”
“You’re going to come for me.” Straightening, he urged her to her knees. From this angle, he could give her needy knot of nerves all the attention she needed while remaining in control. “Understand?”
A guttural groan escaped her, her head falling back against him as his free hand rose. Skimming over her eager nipples en route to her neck, his fingers held her by the throat, immobilizing her against him as he urged her clit to its peak.
“Good girl.”
He breathed in the honeyed scent of her, unsure how he was going to hold on, but knowing there was no chance he’d leave her unsatisfied. Not after the things they’d said and all the chemistry flying between them. Of all the times they’d fucked, that was the moment he yearned to give her pleasure. Amy would splinter into a thousand pieces and spend the night by his side if it was the last thing he ever did.
“Sir!” She grasped for him. “I’m going to come!”
“I know, little girl.” Christ, she felt so good pinioned on his cock as he goaded her to the clouds. “Come for me.”
“Oh my God!” Her cry filled the air at the exact instant it seemed every muscle in her body tensed. He held her there, suspended in the looming ecstasy for as long as he could, his fingers tightening as she flew free.
Easing her back down on the covers, his hand withdrew to catch his weight. He leaned over her, plowing back into her wonderful cunt and relishing her tight, swathing warmth. Already so close to the edge, he didn’t take more than a few strokes before he joined her, freefalling into elated satisfaction.