I slid him out and lifted up, beyond ready, whispering, “Okay.”

He was ready too. I knew when he shifted immediately, eyes still on me, hand going to the back of his jeans as I yanked my pajama shorts and panties down.

He was still rolling the condom on when I climbed up, knee to the bed, swinging the other leg over.

He had himself ready for me, one hand guiding his cock, the other hand sliding along my side to my back and lower until he cupped my ass.

I felt him where I needed him and drove down, taking him completely.

I watched his head drop back, the cords of the muscles at his neck straining, the column of his throat bared.

Right there. That was mine. All for me.

I went in.

Trailing my mouth along something I’d wanted for so long, it was not funny, while riding the cock of a man I’d wanted so badly, it was scary, all this on my bed in my house, I felt my pussy start convulsing.

Merry felt it too (obviously) and righted his head, dislodging my mouth from his throat, his free hand coming up to grip my hair.

“Do not come,” he ordered.

“Okay,” I breathed, moving, doing it fast, taking him deep, slamming down on him hard.

“Cherie.” His tone was thick with sex and warning. “Do not fuckin’ come.”

God, that pushed me closer.

“You might hafta ride this one out when I’m done, baby,” I gasped, getting closer.

“Slow it down,” he growled.

That only made me speed it up.

“Fuck,” he grunted, watching me take him. Then his hand in my hair slid to the back of my neck and curled around firm, just as his hand at my ass moved so he could circle my waist with his arm.

Having a hold on me, he held fast and stayed me before a downward glide, so I just had the tip.

Torture.

“Merry,” I whispered, my voice needy.

“Be a good girl,” he ordered.

Fuck, seriously.

“Merry.” That was pleading.

“Wanna watch you fuck me like I got off watchin’ you blow me,” he shared gruffly. “So slow it down.”

I bit my lip, straining against his hold.

“You gonna be my good girl?” he asked.

His words and, well…everything pushed me closer and my entire body tightened, fighting to drive him deep.

Something changed in his eyes that sent me spiraling.

“You’re gonna be bad,” he whispered.

“Baby, please.”

He held me at my neck, but his arm went away from my waist.

I thought he was letting me loose.

He wasn’t.

His hand landed on my bare ass and the sound of the smack rent through the room as it scored straight from my ass right to my clit.

Oh yeah. I liked it like that.

“Gonna be good?” he asked.

“No,” I whispered.

He gave me what I wanted and spanked me again.

My thighs jerked, my eyes stayed locked to his, and my clit started buzzing.