Oh yes.

Taking his gentle face fucking, and getting into it, I couldn’t fight the squirm, and even though Axl was purring consistently now, he didn’t miss it.

“Shorts off, get up here,” he ordered roughly.

Without delay, I released him with a hard draw and a final stroke, sat up, pulled down my sleep shorts and panties, fell to a hip, kicked them off and climbed right on.

Axl helped, holding his cock ready for me.

I glided down, taking it.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Fuck yes,” he corrected, his hands going up my cami at the back and around.

He palmed both my breasts.

I started riding.

He tweaked my nipples and warned thickly, “Need you to get there fast, Hattie.”

I started riding faster.

He squeezed my nipples.

I bucked.

“No, baby, finger to clit,” he corrected.

Could I do that riding him? Touch myself right in front of him?

I put my finger to my clit and trembled head to toe.

I could do that.

“Yeah,” he whispered, rolling both nipples.

Oh my God, yeah.

I bounced on him, up quick, slamming down hard.

His hands slid up, my arms were forced up, and the cami was gone.

He then grabbed both cheeks of my ass, gripping them in a touch that was over the edge of gentle, and I jolted and started to ride wild.

“That’s it, fuck me, baby,” he grunted.

Yes.

I understood it.

That hold on my ass was possessive.

That wasn’t my ass.

It was his.

I was his.

And I loved being his.

I rode harder.

“Christ,” his fingers dug in, “Fuck yeah. Ride me, Hattie.”

I rode. I soared. I came and did it hard, crying out, catching him at his neck, grinding down.

I didn’t stay down.

I lost him when he pulled me off, planted me on my knees, positioned behind me, shoved a hand in my back so I arched for him and both my hands were forced to brace against the wall, and he pistoned back in.

Oh my God.

Amazing.

“Axl,” I gasped.

He wrapped an arm across my chest, fingers at the side of the base of my neck, holding me steady as he drilled me.

Oh my…

God.

“Axl,” I whimpered, and like a shot, came again.

He squeezed my breast as I swayed my hips to meet his thrusts, reeling from my orgasm.

His hand went down over my belly and in between my legs to cup us as he fucked me.

“Best goddamn tits, juiciest fucking pussy,” he growled into my neck.

Oh God.

Could I come again?

Even if I wasn’t quite done with the last one?

I was almost there.

“Baby,” I moaned.

He pinched my clit.

I whinnied as I exploded.

He purred, then grunted, then shoved his face in my neck before his head jerked back.

He drove up and groaned, deep and rumbly.

Best sound ever.

Ever.

Honestly, I liked his orgasms even better than mine.