32. Rhett #2
I begin to unbutton my shirt, and Ana finally comes around enough to tilt her eyes in a sultry challenge as she pushes up. She doesn’t take those stunning hazel irises off mine as she swiftly undoes my belt, not hesitating to pull out my cock and shifting to her knees as I rise on mine.
Combing fingers through her hair, I don’t want to miss a flicker of her face as I hold it back in a tight fist, hissing at the warmth as she licks across my head.
“I’m going to fuck your throat and you’re going to take it,” I say tightly, but I wait for her hum of permission and let her suck me on her own for a minute. It’s damn erotic to watch.
Then she rests her hands on her thighs, mouth wide and eyes flicked up to me as if she’s fucking praying for my cock.
“Good girl.”
Both my hands are in her hair now, holding her head in place as I test her slowly at first, loving the sight of my tip on her tongue before it disappears down her throat.
My teeth clench so tight at the glorious wrap of heat.
Then I can’t hold myself back anymore. I use her mouth like she used mine, and she weathers it beautifully, bracing on my thighs as I hit the back of her throat over and over.
I’m not gentle, but Ana hums, occasionally gags, and her nails dig into my flesh as if she can pull me closer.
Fuck, she’s incredible. I want to spill myself down her throat so badly, but I can resist. This night is so far from over.
I pull out of her with a loud groan of restraint, wrapping a hand around the neck that buried my dick in it perfectly seconds ago.
“Shower—now.”
Ana’s eyes flare at the command. She scoots off the bed, giving me the most impeccable sight of her plump, round ass.
I shed my pants as I follow her, stepping under the spray behind her as she slicks back her wet hair.
When I grope her breast she sighs contentedly, leaning back against me.
My other hand snakes its way around her, dipping between her legs, and she tenses with a pained moan, sensitive from her near orgasm. My dick jerks against her ass.
“Rhett, please,” she begs again.
I ignore her, nipping her ear and running my tongue along her little serpent earring.
The fangs of a serpent, but the wings of my little bird.
I curve two fingers inside her and she strains on her toes. It isn’t enough for her, and I’ll enjoy molding her to my every touch for stealing an orgasm from me. When I press my thumb to her swollen clit her hand strains to hook back around my nape for purchase because of my height.
“I’m going to?—”
“Don’t you dare come.”
“I can’t . . .”
“Ana,” I warn.
I know she can’t stop herself from the tight clamp around my fingers and the fact she was teetering right there on the edge already.
I smile to myself, circling an arm around her waist as she trembles violently, and my fingers slip out of her only to rub her clit harder and ride out her orgasm.
As she reels back, near boneless in my arms, I kiss her shoulder and tsk.
“You have a penchant for punishment, little bird.”
“That wasn’t fair,” she pants.
“No one said I play fair.”
Ana turns in my arms, gripping my cock unexpectedly and with a pressure that juts the veins in my neck.
“Then how do you play at your own game?” she asks with cruel seduction, pumping my shaft with the right amount of tightness.
I have to brace hands on the wall behind her and refrain from fucking her fist.
Those red-painted nails on her perfect, slender fingers around my dick are one of my favorite things. The water cascades down my back and I have to take back control.
Slapping her ass, I grip it tightly before lifting her into my arms with a primal growl.
I step out with her, dropping and spinning her around before forcing her to bend over the counter.
I’ve never felt this kind of carnal desire before.
Ana makes me want to claim every part of her and wreck any innocence.
My hand slides down the length of her spine as she watches me in the clouded mirror. Reaching the curve of her ass, I lock eyes with her as my palm comes down on it, and she whimpers in pleasure.
“Would you let me fuck your ass?” I ask, soothing the reddening skin.
Her lips part and a spark of unsure desire twinkles in her eyes. “Yes.”
I groan, leaning over her and kissing the small tattoo between her shoulders. “Has anyone fucked you there before?”
“No.”
My little bird is so willing and eager for me. Such a good fucking girl.
“I will claim every part of you, Anastasia. Just not today. I’m never letting you go, and we have forever to make you needy for my cock in every way.”
My tip lines up at her entrance and I give no warning as I drive into her fully.
She cries out beautifully, clutching the counter tighter.
The moment I’m deep in her heat I’m lost, gripping her hips and slamming into her over and over.
It’s hard to last with how perfectly she squeezes my dick, but I’m not done with her—not even close.
“You want to come so badly? You’re going to give me another. Then another,” I growl, reaching to circle her clit, and Ana starts pushing back, meeting me thrust for thrust and chasing her pleasure with me. “That’s my girl.”
Her pussy clenches me like a vise and I have to scramble my mind to think of something else or I’m going to explode with her, and that won’t do.
So I pull out, dropping to my knees and tonguing her cunt until her knees almost buckle, her orgasm unraveling with such a scream of pleasure I’m certain it’s heard through the walls.
“I can’t do that again,” she rasps as I stand. She’s still shaking, so beautifully fucked.
“You can and you will.”
Taking her hand, I lead her into the room, over to the window. Lifting her onto the dresser, I part her thighs, running my fingers through her folds, and her nails scratch the wood from the sensitivity.
“One more, baby,” I whisper, kissing her hard. “For the city to watch me claim you.”
We aren’t that high up—eight floors. Anyone walking by could look up to a clear silhouette of me fucking my girl. I hope they do.
I slip inside her, pausing to marvel at the sight of us joined together. Every piece of her fits me perfectly. Watching my cock slide in and out of her is the single most erotic sight in the world.
“So beautiful,” I say.
Ana’s face is painted with lust, but she struggles to hold on from the weight of fatigue that flutters her eyes.
I grip her hips before fucking her with abandon.
She moans through the sound of our slapping skin and the dresser rocking violently.
Ana takes everything I give her. The rough pace has her clawing my back, scoring my flesh.
“Rhett, I can’t,” she pants, but she’s close, fearing another orgasm.
“Give it to me, Ana. You owe it to me. And you want it, don’t you?”
She nods weakly, too focused on the race she’s building. I reach between us to help her along.
“Shit,” she curses, sinking her teeth into my shoulder, and holy fucking shit , I erupt at that marking like some primal animal. “Right there— Rhett! ”
“Ana— Fuuuck!”
We clamp around each other as if we’re one fucking person.
My hand fists tightly in her hair while my other arm holds her trembling form around her waist. I come so hard I see stars in my black hell for the first time.
It’s the longest orgasm of my damn life as I spill endlessly inside her.
When the shocks subside and our hearts pound against each other I don’t think I’m capable of disentangling us.
I don’t know how long I hold her like that, still buried inside her, but our breathing calms and her head rests on my shoulder while her body begins to weaken. Hooking her thighs, I carry her carefully to the bed, laying her down, and she can hardly keep her eyes open.
“How are you feeling, little bird?” I whisper, pushing the wet, tangled red hair from her face.
She manages a small smile. “Thoroughly fucked.”
I chuckle, kissing her forehead before pushing off the bed.
Walking into the still spraying jets, I clean myself off quickly before grabbing a hand towel, wetting it, and heading back into the room knowing Ana won’t have the strength to shower.
She’s half-asleep as I clean between her legs—which makes her moan in protest with the sensitivity, but she can’t sleep until I’ve finished.
When I slip into bed, she crawls up to me and I flick off the side lamp. With her nestled so contentedly in my arms it’s utter bliss.
“Have you learned not to provoke me again?” I mumble, not sure if she’s still awake.
Until she inhales, slipping her hand up my chest.
“I think you might have just given me more motivation.”