I writhe against him, the feeling overwhelming, my body still tingling from the first orgasm. I cry out, the build too much, my body begging for its second climax.

He stills, his dick sheathed deep in my slick heat, as he straightens himself. He grips my hips tighter as he growls “Mine” over and over, nipping at my neck, his breath ragged and husky as he thrusts in and out of me, his hips hitting my ass as he rides me hard and punishing.

My pussy throbs around him, clenching onto his thick cock, waiting for it to spill inside me.

He thrusts his dick harder, almost stretching me painfully, my own peak builds again with him.

Just a little more.

I push back into him to meet his thrusts. He groans as I feel his mouth on my neck. His tongue licks across that sensitive spot on my skin before I clench around him. He grunts out his release, my own soon following him.

My body stills, black spots spreading across my eyes as my body spasms with the force of the climax. Every part of me tingling with the delicious sensations. He growls my name as he spills every drop inside me.

I rock my hips back and forth, enjoying the wet heat flowing between us and the sensitive nerves still twitching and tingling from him.

He chuckles, leaning back, his dick still hard inside me. A dark grin forms on his lips. His voice is rough as he kisses a path up my neck. “Once will never be enough for me with you.”

He reaches a spot near my ear, inhaling deeply, a rumble reverberating throughout his chest.

He pulls out slowly, the ache from his absence making me frown.

He lifts me up, twisting me around, carrying me as he walks us over to the chaise longue. He sits down and fixes me on top of him, his hard cock hitting my ass as he pants out, “Ride me, Rhys.” He lightly trails his hands up and down my hips, his eyes dilated and brimming with expectation and want.

Then let's give him what he wants.

I pull myself up fully, positioning myself right above his rigid dick, before driving myself down on him in one hard push. He grunts, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. His breathing ragged as he looks at me, his eyes blown with lust.

I shudder, the different angle stretching me deliciously, pressing him deeper into me with this new position.

“Rhys,” he growls, his eyes dark and teeth sharpened. His hands grip my hips tighter.

I reach down and take his left hand in my own. I place it on my lower stomach and slowly drive it up toward my breasts, relishing the feel of his large rough hands on my skin.

Placing his hand on my breast, I squeeze my hand over his, and he grunts and bucks below me.

I push down onto him to keep him in place. I'm in charge here.