I shifted on his lap, wiggling my butt against his crotch, and he started to harden immediately. “Do you think you would think of them if you fucked me from behind?”

“No, Blaire. Fuck no.” His hand slid up my thigh to cup my bottom. “If I have my hands on this gorgeous ass, I’ll know exactly whose ass it is. And when I slide my dick inside you, I’ll know it’s all you. You have the softest, tightest cunt I’ve ever felt, baby. I could pick it out of a lineup.”

I giggled. “Let’s hope that’s not ever necessary.” I pressed my lips to his and licked the seam of his mouth. He opened for me, and our tongues tangled together as I lowered my hand to stroke his erection. “I want it like that now, Ax. I love when you fuck me from behind, so hot and deep.” He moaned against my lips and squeezed my ass hard. “Let’s do it facing the mirror so we can see each other,” I told him.

“Dammit, baby,” he grunted. “Get undressed and on your knees.”

27. Blaire

Blaire

I awoke the next morning to the feel of his hardness slipping inside my pussy from behind. “Good morning, Ax,” I said with a smile into my pillow. I couldn’t help it. He made me feel so damned loved and treasured, even when he was ripping orgasms from my body by force all night long.

“We had one condom left,” he said, resting his cheek on top of mine. “It seemed a shame to let it go to waste.”

“That would have been tragic,” I said with an ounce of sarcasm.

“Don’t get snarky with me, woman.” He lay his massive hand against my lower belly. “Are you sore?”

“Very, thanks to you and your sexual acrobatics all night.”

“We’ll go slow and easy, then,” he said, kissing my neck and pushing gently but deeply inside me. “I just had to have you again. I’ve been watching you sleep, and you looked so beautiful, baby.” I was lying on his bicep, and he curled that arm around me and captured my hand, linking our fingers together as his other hand lay firm against my belly. “I’m so in love with you, Blaire. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He took my lips in a soft, loving kiss as he moved with aching tenderness in and out of me.

His hand started roving over my body as he thrust into me. He was like a fucking octopus, touching me everywhere with soft caresses and gentle squeezes.