Page 197 of Headstrong Like Us

“Fuck,” he groans as he eases deeper.

I reach back with my free hand and grip his ass. Feeling Maximoff flex into me. A moan breaks my lips and fights through me.

“Maximoff,fuck.”Shit.

I blink hard, and I glance back at him, his eyes cast down on my inked body while he rocks in me at a pace that nails my senses to another plane. I watch his facial reactions, hot-burning desire.

His eyes skewer the ceiling with a heady feeling that is swallowing me fucking whole.

I rock my ass into his dick.

He thrusts harder, and I lower onto my forearm.Deeper.“Fuckfuck,” I moan between my teeth. I edge further up the mattress, lifting my other knee to the bed. Maximoff follows the movement, climbing on the bed. Hooking his arms underneath mine, he bears down into me.

His sculpted body presses against my tattooed back.

Fucking…I can barely see. I groan into the mattress.

He moans, “Fuck,fuck. Farrow.Christ.” Deep grunts surge through him as he fucks me too fucking good.

His fingers brush over my nipple piercing, and light dances in my vision.

I can barely breathe.

We’re slick with sweat. Boiling hot together, and my fingers tighten around the comforter. Holding on. Being underneath him is an indescribable feeling, but what turns me on more is seeing his rawneedand want for this.

I lift my head and angle to meet his gaze. Our lips find each other, heat building to unparalleled heights.

He rams harder, and I have to break from his mouth. A grunt expels while my pulse bangs.

“Don’t come,” he demands.

Fuck.Not an easy request, especially as his cock is in me and pushes against my prostate at a pace that could have me exploding in a millisecond.

I grit hard and flex harder. Not coming. Not yet, at least. And I hang onto the carnal feeling as he drives into me.

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MAXIMOFF HALE

Holy fucking shit.

I’m unable to stop thrusting, the pressure and friction driving me up the wall. I want more.Closer. Deeper. Harder.

Farrow grits his teeth, tendons pulled taut in his neck as pleasure overrides him. “Fuck,Maximoff,” he grunts.

We’re all sweat, flesh, and burning hunger. I plant a hand on the bed, and he eases back onto his knees, on all fours, and I rise, knelt behind him. Sinking deeper into Farrow, I create hot friction with our bodies.

My pelvis pounds up against his ass. I hold his tattooed hip as I pump into him, his body a beautiful portrait of black ink.

I haven’t been inside him in a long damn time. That fact blasts in my head like a mental fuck, jerking off my brain. It steals breath from my starved lungs.

I feel like I’ve never had him—like this is our first time again. First time inside him, first time making love,first, first, first.

How the fuck can someone make me feel like every moment is as significant and powerful as the last?

How can this be possible?

Farrow rocks his ass back into my dick, and I thrust forward into him. “I’m going to come, man,” I warn in a heavy breath.