Page 13 of The Path to Loving Him
She feels incredible.
Warm and perfect, wrapped around me, pulling me in.
“Christ, this cunt,” I say as I push in deeper. “So good. So fucking good.”
I run my hand up her back, and when I reach her shoulder blades, I push down on her, angling her even more so when I bottom out, I’m at such a delicious angle that it feels like she’s tugging on my cock.
“You’re so big,” she says as I rock into her. “God, I can feel every inch of you.”
“Good,” I grumble as I thrust my hips down into her, the angle everything I fucking need. “Take this cock, Gabby. Make me come.”
“Spank me,” she says, surprising me so much that I pause my thrusts.
“You sure?” I ask.
“Positive,” she says.
So I lift my hand and then slap her ass, the sound of it echoing through the room, followed by the most delicious moan I’ve ever heard.
I stare down at her ass, the red mark of my handprint painted across her fair skin.
The sight of it? Only one of the most addictive images in my head.
Because that’s me, marking her.
That’s my handprint.
Claiming her.
“Again,” she begs.
But what she doesn’t know is that she doesn’t have to beg. No, my mouth is watering for more. So I spank her again, a touch harder this time, and motherfucker, it makes her tighten around my cock, nearly making my eyes roll in the back of my head.
“Fuck,” I mumble as I take a breath. I’ll come really fucking fast if she keeps doing that.
“Again, Ryland,” she says, breathless.
I swallow, trying to gain control over the feelings pulsing through me.
“Again,” she begs. “Please. I . . . I’m close.”
Jesus Christ, this woman.
Grinding down on my teeth, I spank her again, and she contracts around my cock, squeezing me so goddamn tight.
“Fuck, Gabby . . . you’re . . . you’re going to make me come.”
“Good. Now spank me harder.”
Never in my goddamn life . . .
I lift my hand and spank the other cheek, leaving my handprint. Once again, she moans and contracts. So the next time I do it, I pulse inside her, causing her moans to grow louder and louder.
It makes me lose all control.
I snap, and before I know it, I’m spanking and thrusting. She’s calling out my name, and I’m growling, seeking out my orgasm. Both of us go wild. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the air.
She cries out.
