Page 15 of Full Out Fiend

I jolt when she reaches into my underwear and wraps her fingers around my length.

“I want you,” she murmurs against my lips, yanking on my dick while simultaneously pushing down the elastic of my boxers.

I hum with pleasure, moving my mouth to kiss the delicate skin of her neck before whispering, “So have me. Anything you want tonight—it’s yours.”

I sink my teeth into the tender flesh of her neck, and the noise she makes almost has me blowing my load in her palm.

I work my way down her body—kissing, sucking, biting every inch of pale, luscious skin. I pause when I reach her chest—two mounds of ample gorgeousness topped with dark pink peaks that look like they’re desperate to be plucked and teased.

“Fucking perfect,” I mutter before cupping both tits and running the pads of my thumbs across her nipples.

Daphne mewls in response—arching her back, then tilting her hips up to meet mine again. As if I need the encouragement.

I take one nipple in my mouth, lavishing it thoroughly, while my other hand wanders down her stomach.

When I reach the apex of her thighs, I grin—she’s so wet and warm. She’s beyond ready for me.

I roll her nipple between my teeth once more before switching sides, giving just as much attention to her other perfect tit while my fingers stroke her core.

“Fuck… Fielding. Please,” she whimpers.

I hold back a groan. The way she begs is such a turn-on.

“What do you need, angel? I’ll give you anything you want,” I murmur, toying with her clit as I suck her nipple harder into my mouth.

“You. I need you. Hard and fast. Now. Please…”

Without conscious thought, I react to her plea, my body instinctively taking control. I pop off her nipple, lean back on my knees, rip open the condom wrapper with my teeth, and suit up.

“I got you,” I promise, eyeing her gorgeous, writhing form as I line myself up with her entrance. “I know just what you need,” I whisper before I slam into her perfect cunt.

Shock waves ripple through me. Intense pleasure spikes up and down my spine.

Her eyes fly open, growing as big as saucers, homing in on me and holding me in a trance. The connection is instant and exquisite.

Hovering over her body, I give us both a moment to get used to the sensation while her pussy flutters around my cock and she stares right into my soul.

I can’t look away. She’s cast a spell, completely enchanting me. I don’t even feel compelled to move as energy and emotion zap between us. I just hold her gaze, stunned by the intensity of this moment.

She lifts her hands, cups my face, and softly begs, “Please.”

That one little word spurs me to action. She’s dripping wet with pleasure, so I don’t bother building her up before assuming full speed. My hips piston forward, hard and fast, just how she asked for it, my dick slamming in and out of her tight, molten channel.

I give her what she wants. How she wants it. Full out.

Every thrust is hard enough to reverberate through her whole body. Her tits bounce as I fuck her, her hips tilting up and angling in a way that tells me I need to adjust our position.

I grab a pillow without breaking pace and shove it under her ass so fast I don’t think she even realizes what I’ve done.

But the loud, drawn-out moan she gives up on the next thrust tells me she more than appreciates the effort.

I have no other motive in this moment than to fuck her senseless and send her careening off the cliff into another orgasm. Her need for pleasure—her desperation for release—makes me so damn eager to make this good for her.

She’s given me the facts. I know my role in all this. I’m the easy lay: the one-night stand she’ll hopefully never forget. I’m determined to make her feel good, to be the perfect distraction.

When she chants “yes, yes, yes,” under her breath, like she’s close, I go out on a limb and see how far she’ll let me push.

“Daphne.”