XXI|Cmere Baby Girl Pt.II
The moment she lifted her head, he devoured her lips, his tongue pushing into her mouth, battling for dominance.
"Tell me it's okay. Say what you want from me, Basket.
" Her voice was barely a whisper, soft, delicate.
But his response wasn't with words. He lifted her effortlessly and slammed her against the wall, the impact vibrating through them both.
Christie responded with a soft kiss to his earlobe, her lips grazing the skin lightly. "Take all the time you need."
He hovered over her, his lips brushing against hers, soft, but commanding. Their breaths mingled, their bodies shaking as though they were on the verge of an explosion. He teased her entrance, just the head of him pushing inside, stretching her.
They rolled, his arms still wrapped around her.
Now they were on their sides, legs tangled, his body sliding in and out of hers with precision.
The intensity in his eyes never wavered, even as her body trembled with each stroke.
She wanted to close her eyes, to lose herself in the pleasure, but he wouldn't let her.
He rolled onto his back, his back hitting the headboard.
"Ride me. Take your time, baby. I'm in no rush.
" His voice was deep, rough, commanding.
Her core ached, her body sensitive, sore from the friction, but she couldn't resist. She lowered herself onto him, her hips rising and falling.
Her hips stuttered, and she leaned back, unable to keep balance. "I can't anymore, plea-please help me," she whimpered.
He grabbed her by the nape of her neck and her waist. "You should've said something sooner. My dick aches." With a deep, feral growl, he thrust into her hard and fast, his body shuddering with each movement.