Page 109 of Fire Fight

Not unlike his massive palm spanning my neck, which pressed on my windpipe with enough pressure that I knew he could crush it if he wanted. I didn’t care; he’d already proved I could trust him with my life.

“Move.”

With aching slowness, I used my quads to lever myself up, dropping my ass back to his lap quickly. Then again, and again, spearing myself on his cock over and over.

I found a rhythm after only a few strokes, and Crew pumped his hips upward every time I came down, forcing himself impossibly deeper. No man had ever hit that spot before, the one I’d only ever been able to locate with my vibrator.

The vibrator I’d have to throw away because if it wasn’t Crew’s cock, I didn’t want it.

“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, thrusting up into me, thenshifting his hand off my throat to hook his fingers into one side of my mouth. I bit down on them, swirling my tongue over the sting, eliciting another rumble from his chest. “You feel so fucking good. I swear my cock was molded specifically for your pussy, little phoenix.”

“I’m so full,” I agreed, the words coming out slurred and garbled around his fingers.

“Told you.”

“Told me what?” I asked, though it sounded more like,toe me wha?

“That you could take it.”

I glanced back at him in time to see him wink at me.

Then he let go of my face to grab me, his massive palms easily wrapping around my upper arms as he held me in place and bucked up into me.

There wasn’t anything I could do but enjoy the ride, unintelligible words and sounds of pleasure falling from my lips as he fucked me. My orgasm shimmered barely out of reach.

“More, more, more,” I chanted.

Understanding what I needed, Crew gathered both of my arms in one hand, using his other to reach around me and find my clit.

“Oh, shit, fuck,” I swore as he touched me, glancing pressure at first that felt so fucking good but still was not quite enough.

“You wanna get off, Aspen?”

“Please.”

“Beg for it, baby. You can do better than that.”

The longer he toyed with me, the greater a mess I became.

“Please, Crew. Please,” I begged, moments away from tears in my desperation to climax. “Please let me come.”

He pulled me back further, angling me to better access that bundle of nerves, and I felt his thighs tighten beneath me as his toes flexed into the end of the tub, anchoring himself in place. I writhed atop him, panting, desperate for more friction.

“Who fucks you this good, Aspen?”

“You do.”

“No one else but me.”

“No one.”

“This pretty pink pussy and this tight little body are mine now. Understood?”

“Yes!”

“Good girl,” he said, picking up the pace of both his hips and his fingers. My quads burned as I leveraged myself up and down on his length, driving us both to the brink. Water splashed everywhere, slopping over the sides of the tub and into my face.

I didn’t care. The world could’ve been ending beyond this room, and I wouldn’t have noticed as my pleasure arced higher and higher and higher.