Series: Chicago Sin Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
She arches backward and clamps down hard on my cock. The shock of her pussy muscles contracting around me is almost enough to send me over. She’s panting now, her tits bouncing as she grinds her pelvis forward and back.
I stretch my arms up and slide my hands up her body until they cup her breasts, squeezing and kneading them. Her eyes go wide, and she swallows. I drop one hand to rub her clit. I can’t stop myself. I’m too close. Her hips buck against mine, fucking me. I move my thumb in a figure eight over her clit until she’s moaning and begging for release.
I let go of her tit and grab her ass to bury myself in her as far as I can. Watching her arch back to meet me as she releases a raspy moan.
Fuck.
“Let me touch you,” I start begging. “Let me drive, doll. I’ll make you feel so good, I promise.”
Her eyes are smoky, rose flushes her skin. She blinks those curled lashes at me as she considers. I thrust my hips up to get deeper and she moans.
The moment she gives me a minuscule nod, I wrap my fingers around her hips and start controlling the movement. I lift and lower her over me, thrusting my hips in time to meet hers. It feels like heaven, but I’m also getting desperate to finish. I’ve been hard for her all day and just watched her come on the kitchen floor.
She moans like she’s getting close with the short, sharp cries that fall like music in the room.
We’re both close, but it doesn’t happen, and I think a change of position would help. “Let me put you on your back.”
I’m not usually one to ask for permission for anything, but she’s holding this power over me now, and I’m gonna let her. It’s my penance. Better than the ones Father Fantoni assigns.
“Okay,” she gasps.
I flip her around in one second flat, keeping our hips glued together. As soon as I’m on the top, I start thrusting with force. Hannah’s eyes roll back in her head, her lips fall open with pleasure. She cups her own breasts. I hold the place where shoulder meets neck to keep her head from banging into the wall and fuck the living daylights out of her.
When I decide I need to be deeper, still, I lift one of her thighs up and pound into her in that position.
I kiss her hard again, one more time. This time, my tongue is forceful and dominant. I take her tongue and suck it hard into my own mouth, forcing her to submit. She’s mine. She’s going to remember that. I want to leave a mark on her. I want her to be able to smell me on her, feel me deep within her. I want her to think of me every time she touches herself or remembers this night.
“You taste so fucking good, Hannah. I’m going to make you come so hard. I’m going to make you scream.”
I watch as she falls apart around me, her legs shaking and her back curling, her whole body holding the weight of an orgasm that is too intense. She breathes deeply and hard from her core, writhing against me, her hands holding on tightly to my forearms. Each time her body wraps around mine, I feel my own orgasm build.
“I’m going to come, baby,” I growl. “I’m going to fill you up….”
She starts screaming, filling the room with ecstatic needy shrieks. My balls draw up tight, thighs shaking.
“Fuck, Hannah, I’m gonna come,” I tell her as stars start to explode behind my eyes.
“Yes!” she cries. “Me too!”
Hannah’s orgasm is so powerful, she’s shaking even while mine rips through my body, taking over and shaking me to my core. I don’t want to stop. I want to stay inside her forever, feel her body pull me deeper, keeping me here, connected.
I continue to come, still banging her hard, and she bites her lip, arches her back and screams some more. Her pussy contracts around my dick, pulsing and squeezing with her climax.
Christ, she’s everything.
She really is.
I slow down and stroke slowly for a while, taking it down to a caress then finally stopping and feeling my cock pulse and twitch inside her with the aftershocks.
“Bella.”
She frowns and lifts her head from the pillow. “What?”
“You’re beautiful.”
“Did you just call me by another woman’s name?” Her voice is sharp and offended.
A snort of laughter surprises me. Jesus. When’s the last time I laughed?
“No, I said bella. It means beautiful in Italian.” I ease out and pull off the condom, reaching behind me to drop it in the trash by the bed.
“Oh.” She goes soft and receptive again. Fuck, I love how receptive she is. I’m also loving her jealousy. “Do you speak Italian?”