“I can handle it,” she murmured.

He raised an eyebrow. “Good. Because I’m not going to take it easy. Not after you teased me when I was on my knees for you,” he said, thrusting deeper into her. She grasped his shoulders, holding on tight. She wanted to run her hands all over his beautiful body, to explore his chest, to grab his hard ass, and run her fingers across it.

But all she could do was hold on as he pumped into her, giving her the fucking he’d promised. Taking her deep, and hard, and up against the wall. The room was dark, only a faint glow from the bathroom light illuminated them, but they would have made quite a picture. A silhouette of unbridled lust. His shirt open, his pants down to his knees, shoes still on. Half-undressed too, only her panties had made it off. Her shirt was undone, her bra still on, her skirt hiked up to her waist. He gripped her leg tight, his hands strong and unyielding as if he would never let go of her as he rolled his hips, sending his cock deeper into her, his hard length hitting her with just the perfect amount of friction.

“You tasted so good, Michelle. I don’t like that you denied me,” he said in a hot growl against her throat. “But it only makes me want you more.”

“I just wanted you inside me. You feel so good inside me.”

“Fucking you is perfection,” he groaned, then reached his other hand to her ass, squeezing the cheek hard, unleashing a blast of pure heat through her body. She felt as if she were on fire, as if her body had become an inferno of pleasure as he drove into her. Words were no longer needed, not even their naughty back and forth, because they were reduced to pants and moans. His steely length filled her so completely that she was sure nothing else existed in the whole wide world. But this—the pure and absolute bliss of his glorious cock sliding in and out, harder, deeper, faster. His fingers playing against the soft flesh of her rear. Squeezing her cheeks.

The world around her was white with bright, hot stars exploding as he took her deeper.

He bent his head to her neck, all while gripping her, never letting go. Her belly clenched, and she felt the first surge of sensations, like a rocket engine starting to burn, rattling as it began to take off. He pressed his lips to her shoulder as he pumped into her. He bit down, his teeth sharp against her skin, sending a rush of fresh and sweet pain into her body. It was the key turned in the ignition, and in an instant there was liftoff. She shot into the sky, engulfed in pleasure that spread in a fury from her center all the way through to her fingertips.

Her moans escalated. Her words became a frenzied chorus of I’m going to come, I’m going to come. Then, finally, his name.