Page 69 of Only for Him

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

I should’ve expected that. I should’ve known she would find a way to turn the tables against me the momentshestarted ridingmyhand.

I’m still buried in her. Two fingers crooked deep, grinding against her spot while she pumps my cock with reckless abandon.

It’s clearer than ever that this is now a race.

Her orgasm versus mine.

Winner takes all.

I can’t let it be her.

But God, her hand feels like heaven, palm warm and soft and smooth wrapped around my shaft as she pumps.

I reach up to grab her by her dark hair and yank her head back to force her eyes to mine. Her eyes blaze with lust and fury anddetermination. The need to dominate. To win. They twist into a single perfect flame, reckless and radiant.

She’s a crash in progress. And I need to be the fucking wall she hits.

She squeezes my cock hard enough to test my resolve. Not practiced, but purposeful. She wants to see how far she can push before I snap.

So I push back.

My fingers curl and find the swollen knot of nerves buried deep inside her cunt as my thumb begins a relentless assault on her clit. Her mouth drops open. Her body jerks like she’s been hit by a cattle prod.

I need her to stop.

The thought flickers, and dies instantly when her cunt clenches around me.

Tight.

Wet.

Hungry.

This is a fight that neither of us is winning.

Yet neither of us plans on backing down.

Desperate little mewling gasps punch out from her throat and she strokes me harder and faster.

“Your cunt is soaked,” I growl into her ear, each word trembling in the air between us like a loaded trigger. “So fucking wet forme.”

“And so is your cock.” She spits back. Then as if to prove her point, she squeezes around the head.

Obscene wet sounds fill the space between us, and I clench my jaw to bite back the orgasm threatening to overwhelm me in that moment.

Her other hand reaches forward and cups my balls. The act wrenches a sound from my throat—one I’ve never made for anyone else.

But just then, I feel a slight quiver of her greed around my fingers. A savage smile spreads across my face. “About to come, little viper?”

“Not even fucking close.”

She squeezes my balls, and I feel weakness licking up my spine. The beast I keep chained in my chest starts howling for release.

Her mouth drops open again, and a low moan bubbles out for a split second before I close my hand around her mouth to muffle it.

“Quiet!” I hiss.