Page 183 of Bridesmaid Undercover
“I…can I…can I see you?”
He pauses behind me and then slides out before helping me flip over. When our eyes meet, he smirks down at me before leaning forward and taking my mouth with his. Loving how this man can ease me with just his mouth, I sink into the mattress as I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He thrusts his cock over my slit as we make out, and it helps me to relax some more so I release him, bringing his cock back to my entrance, and let him slowly insert himself.
His chest ripples with tension.
The muscles in his neck strain.
And his abs tighten with every inch he pushes inside me.
His eyes grow heavy as he looks at me again and wets his lips. “Your cunt is fucking incredible.” Then he pushes the last few inches, bottoming out, and causing us both to moan in tandem.
From there, he doesn’t move, he just allows me to adjust, but I feel so full, so aroused, so needy that I keep my legs wrapped around him and encourage him to thrust.
“Hold on, Everly,” he says. “I want to give you a second.”
I shake my head. “No. Need you to fuck me.”
“Christ,” he says as he lowers his hands to the mattress and leans forward. “I want to keep this slow.”
“No, please, Hardy.”
But he doesn’t listen. He bends and laps at my nipples. “You have perfect tits,” he whispers. “Fuck, they’re so hot. You’re so hot. I could get lost here for hours.” He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth and releases it, then sucks it back in and nibbles, then releases.
I’m clawing at his back as he repeats the movement, causing my entire body to throb, to yearn, seeking the friction between us.
He keeps me feeling so incredibly full while he plays with my breasts.
How can he have such control?
I’m losing my mind.
I’m ready to explode.
To beg and plead for anything.
“Hardy, please,” I say again. “I want you to fill me with your cum.”
He pauses and lifts his head just enough to look me in the eyes. “Say that again.”
I think I hit a nerve, so I wet my lips and say, “Fill me with your cum.”
His eyes go dark, and something switches inside of him. The teasing is gone. The control has slipped.
He lifts up, grips my hips, and starts pounding into me.
He’s relentless.
His pace is out of this world.
And with every thrust of his hips, I lose my breath, making me gasp.
I’ve never been this thoroughly fucked, but I’m loving every second of it.
I’m becoming addicted to the press of his fingers into my hips.
The thickness of his cock sliding in and out of me.
The guttural groans that fall past his lips.
