Chapter 20 – Lance #3
"Yes," she sobbed, her hips rising to meet mine. "Please, I need all of you."
I released one of her wrists to cup her face, forcing her to look at me as I sank the rest of the way home. Her mouth fell open on a silent cry, her free hand clawing at my shoulder.
"Look at me," I commanded, stilling completely once I was buried to the hilt. "Look at me while you take my cock.” Her eyes locked with mine, dark and desperate and so beautiful it nearly stopped my heart. “There's my good girl."
I could feel her body adjusting, her walls relaxing around my length as the initial burn faded into something deeper.
"Move," she whispered, her voice breaking on the word. "Please, Lance, I need you to move."
I pulled back slowly, watching her face contort with pleasure as I dragged against her sensitive walls. When only the tip remained inside her, I thrust forward again, deeper this time, earning a cry that went straight to my cock.
"God, you feel incredible," I groaned, setting a steady rhythm that had her meeting each thrust with desperate rolls of her hips. "Like you were made for me. Only me."
"Only you," she echoed breathlessly, her free hand fisting in my hair. "It's always been only you."
The admission broke something loose in my chest. I captured her mouth in a bruising kiss, pouring every emotion I couldn't voice into the connection between us. She responded with equal fervor, her tongue dancing with mine as our bodies moved together in perfect synchronization.
"Harder," she gasped against my lips, her legs tightening around my waist. "I need it harder."
I shifted my angle, driving deeper with each thrust, hitting that spot that made her arch beneath me. The headboard knocked against the wall with our rhythm, but I didn't care. Nothing existed beyond this moment, this woman, this perfect heat surrounding me.
"You feel that?" I growled, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust. "Feel how deep I am? How perfectly your body takes me?"
"Yes," she sobbed, her nails digging crescents into my shoulders. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
I captured her other wrist, pinning both hands above her head as I drove into her with relentless precision.
The position opened her completely to me, allowing me to sink impossibly deeper with each thrust. Her back arched off the mattress, pressing her breasts against my chest as desperate whimpers spilled from her lips.
"That's it, baby," I rasped, watching her face contort with building pleasure. "Take every fucking inch. Show me how much you missed having my cock inside you."
"I missed it," she gasped, her voice breaking on a particularly deep thrust. "Missed you so much. Missed this ."
The confession nearly undid me. I could feel my control fraying at the edges, my rhythm becoming more erratic as she clenched around me. But I needed her to fall apart first. Needed to feel her come undone on my cock.
"Touch yourself," I commanded, releasing one of her wrists. "I want to feel you come around me."
Her hand flew between us, fingers finding her swollen clit with practiced ease. The added stimulation had her crying out, her walls tightening around me in a way that made stars explode behind my eyes.
"Fuck, just like that," I groaned, my hips snapping forward with increasing urgency. "Come for me, Morgan. Let me feel it."
Her body went rigid beneath me, her mouth falling open on a silent scream as the orgasm crashed through her.
Her walls clenched around me in rhythmic pulses, so tight I saw white at the edges of my vision.
I worked her through it, my thrusts becoming deeper, more possessive as she shattered beneath me.
"Perfect," I growled against her throat, feeling her pulse race under my lips. "So fucking perfect when you come on my cock."
Before she could fully recover, I pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach in one fluid motion.
She gasped at the sudden emptiness, her hands scrambling for purchase on the sheets as I positioned myself behind her.
Seemingly frustrated with the ties of her scarf, she reached up and untied it, letting her braids spill over the satin pillows.
"Lance—"
"I know what you need, Spitfire," I whispered the words in her ear, using my knee to my part her thighs wider.
I grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her hips, raising her ass for me, then I sank right back home.
It felt so good, my voice came out in harsh growl.
"You've missed this, haven't you? The way it feels when I fuck you from behind? "
Morgan hesitated for a moment, her body trembling beneath mine. But then she surrendered, her muscles relaxing. "Yes," she moaned, burying her face in the pillow. "God, yes. I missed it so much."
"Look at you," I groaned, my hands spreading across the curve of her ass as I settled into a rhythm.
She tried to speed me up my shoving her hips back, and I smacked her right cheek as teasing punishment. "I set the pace baby. But you are taking me so perfectly. This is where you belong - underneath me, full of my cock."
I gently fisted her braids, moving them out of my way. She wasn’t tender-headed, but they were fresh, and all I wanted her to feel was pleasure.
My teeth found the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, biting down just hard enough to mark her. She cried out, pushing back against me with desperate need.
"Mine," I growled against her skin, my hips snapping forward with brutal precision. "Every inch of this body belongs to me. Say it."
"Yours," she sobbed into the pillow, her hands fisting in the sheets. "All yours, Lance. Only yours."
I bit down harder on her shoulder, sucking a mark into her skin.
"One day," I rasped against her ear, my hips snapping forward with brutal precision, "I'm going to fuck your ass just like this. Stretch you open until you're sobbing my name."
Her entire body shuddered at the promise, a broken whimper escaping her throat. I could feel her getting close again, her breathing ragged as I fucked her.
Fiery heat zipped along my spine. Fuck. I wouldn’t last much longer. Not with the view is her perfect ass, not with the way she pulsed around me. Definitely not with the sounds of her whispering my name like that.
"God, I wish I'd gotten you pregnant," I confessed roughly, my hand sliding around to splay across her stomach. "If I’d been more of an asshole, I’d have fucked a baby into you before you could run from me."
The raw confession tore from somewhere deep in my chest, a truth I'd never admitted even to myself. Her response was immediate - her back arching as she came undone around me with a cry that sounded like my name and a prayer.
My rhythm faltered as white-hot pleasure ripped through my spine. I thrust deep one final time, burying myself to the hilt as my release claimed me with savage intensity.
"Morgan," I groaned her name like a curse and a benediction as I spilled inside her, my body shaking with the force of it. Wave after wave crashed through me until I was wrung out and gasping.
She collapsed beneath me, boneless and trembling, soft whimpers still escaping her lips.
For several moments, I couldn’t move. When I even contemplated it, the edges of my consciousness started to gray.
But then she tried to wiggle under me, and I realized I might be crushing her. Gently, I rolled to the side and gathered her against my chest, both of us slick with sweat and completely spent.