Page 106 of Fierce-Colson

Right when he knew she was going to come.

Then he withdrew his fingers.

She growled exactly as he’d expected she’d do.

“No fair,” she said, her hand dropping from his dick.

He figured she didn’t even realize she still had a hold on him, as she wasn’t doing much more than gripping him.

Which was more than enough.

He moved off the couch, looked around for his jeans, found them a few feet away. Pulling a condom out of his pocket, he opened it up, covered himself, then moved back to the couch.

He pulled her up standing next to him, moved her to the arm, bent her over like every man’s dream, then entered her from behind.

She didn’t resist. Didn’t hesitate. Didn’t do much more than hold on to the cushion in front of her while he moved in and out.

He had more restraint than he thought he would.

“This is nice,” she purred out.

“Only nice?” he was jerking into her, pulling out all the way, then slamming back in.

“Better than nice. Do it like that again.”

Somehow, he was trying to take the lead. Take control.

Yet she snatched it right away from him again.

Her actions. Her words.

Her easy acceptance of him and everything he wanted to do.

He wouldn’t leave her wanting. Wouldn’t make her ask again. He just did as she said.

“I could stay like this all night,” she said, her ass almost wiggling in front of him.

“You’re killing me,” he snarled, his hands gripping her waist harder, more possessive. “Touch yourself. Make sure you get there.”

Her hand slid under her body, between her legs, but didn’t touch herself, rather reached further and grabbed his balls.

“Fuck!”

She was massaging him, sending him closer to the edge.

“I don’t need to touch myself,” she all but sang out. “You’re doing everything I need. And if you go faster, I’ll be right there with you when you’re ready.”

He had no choice at this point.

Not with her touch on him, feeling her wet muscles squeezing him internally. She knew exactly what she was doing to him.

She was taking over and he didn’t give a damn.

He was pushing in harder. Faster.

With more urgency because he was going to erupt any second.

And when her nails lightly caressed his sack. When he knew she could put more pain to it if she wanted to, but chose to add that teasing touch, everything let go.