Page 34 of Claimed Harder

“Ask to come,” I remind her.

“Can I come?” she mumbles against the bed sheets.

“Yes, you can.”

A few minutes later, shudders rack her body. As she comes, I plunge into her fast and furious till my climax bowls into me. For a moment, I might be fucking her harder than she can take, but I’m too blinded by pleasure and need to hold back. When the last of my body’s tension drains out, I withdraw and lie on my back beside her. After collecting my breath, I free her wrists.

“Did I fuck you too hard?” I ask.

She replaces the pillows. “A little.”

“Did you like it?”

She thinks for a second. “Maybe.”

I smile and pull her to me. Who would have thought? This opinionated choirgirl is taking to my kind of sex. The possibilities with Bridget could be endless…