Page 72 of Full Out Fiend

He’s got that cocksure grin on his face that I secretly love. I can’t be bothered to do anything but pant and catch my breath as he smirks at my satisfied state. I’m literally still riding the waves of my climax when he sits back on his knees, hauls my body into his, and lines himself up. He pushes just the tip in—and my greedy pussy pulsates on contact, trying to pull him deeper.

“You’re sure?” he asks solemnly.

Beyond sure. I want to feel his heat and solidness without anything between us. I bite down on my lip and nod. But instead of plunging in, he jumps off the bed and drags me with him.

Rising to his feet, he captures my calves in his huge hands, placing each leg on a shoulder before repositioning his cock. He thrusts into me with one fast, hard motion, then grinds the heel of his hand into my clit as he bottoms out.

My shock and thrill come out in a soundless scream, inspiring another smirk on his smug, gorgeous face.

Yes.

Fuck.

This is what I love. This is what I need.

He knows exactly how I like it. There’s something so damn sexy about him not only remembering but straight-up manhandling me. He pounds into me less than a dozen times before I’m coming again, this time clenching around his cock like my life depends on it.

I’m lost to the orgasm, back arching and limbs tingling, so much so that I don’t even feel him slow down until I’ve settled back into the mattress. We’re still connected, but he’s not moving anymore.

“I need a minute,” he admits, leaning forward to pepper kisses on my breasts and neck. “You feel way too fucking good with nothing between us.” I feel the slickness of his sweat drip down my body. He bends and kisses the mound of my stomach, brushing both hands gently over my hips.

I don’t mind the breather—I’m still coming back to earth, content to fully savor all the soft kisses and gentle caresses he’ll give me.

When he finally rises back up, his eyes are on my pussy—right where we’re joined.

“You’re so fucking pretty. I could finish just from looking at my dick buried inside you. We’re a perfect fit, angel.”

I thrust up at his praise, spurring him on.

He growls in response, shoving into my soaking core and wrapping my thighs in his arms, holding me open to him. He’s hitting the perfect spot, all the while continuing with his flattery and worship.

“It’s not just this gorgeous cunt that does it for me”—he reaches down to caress the place where we’re joined—“it’s all of you. The way we fit together. The way you take me so well. It’s like you were made for me, angel. Made for me to please. Made for me to care for. Made for me to ruin.”

I’m a panting mess from his words. From the way he’s toying with my clit while he fucks me deep. From the way the head of his cock nudges against my G-spot, over and over again, locking me in a trance of pleasure.

I can’t think of anything else. I can’t focus on anything but him.

When he presses harder into my clit, I gush around him. Gripping the sheets, I’m sure I look like a writhing, sweaty mess—but right now, I don’t fucking care.

I’m so close, and I don’t even have to ask. He knows just what I like and how I like it. But I know what he likes, too.

“Fielding… please.”

He groans as he surges harder into my pussy. “I fucking love it when you beg. If I go any harder, I’m not going to last. Is that really what you want?”“Give it to me,” I plead.

He smirks before thrusting so hard it takes my breath away. He’s a machine—hammering into me at a breakneck pace, fucking me so intensely my body jolts against the mattress with every movement.

Another orgasm builds deep inside my belly as he slams against my G-spot over and over again. The strain on his face is evidence that he’s ready to let go as soon as I’m there—but I know he won’t finish until I do.

I tumble over the edge, the very first tremor of my core taking him right along with me. He chants my name as I swear my soul lifts out of my body and transforms into something new. Something beautiful. Something whole.

I’m different with this man. I’m more myself, and yet someone unfamiliar. I don’t have to worry. I don’t have to hold back. There’s just us in this moment, reveling in mutual pleasure, both of us opening and giving and being more authentic than we’ve ever been before.

He rests his forehead against mine for a few minutes before finally lifting up. He pulls out slowly and kisses me with such reverence, I have half a mind to pull him back into my body and never let him go. His release drips out as I shift on the bed, and by the way he’s staring at the apex of my thighs, I know he sees it, too.

What I don’t know is how to react when he bends low, swipes two fingers through his cum, and massages it against my over-stimulated clit before pushing it back into my pussy.

“So fucking perfect,” he repeats, his eyes hungry as he eases in and out of my aching cunt. “And finally all mine,” he adds, plugging me up with his fingers before climbing onto the bed and kissing me senseless.