"Such a greedy girl," he murmured, though he gradually increased his rhythm, giving me the deep penetration and friction I craved.I gasped as he slammed into me, both of us groaning as that restraint of his slipped. I bit my bottom lip, staring up at him.
He'd told me he liked this position, of me spread open for him, taking his cock while he watched…but I also liked my view of him. His broad, defined chest.
Those stomach muscles that bunched every time he drove into me. The way his jaw
clenched as he tried to remain in control. The way his eyes glazed over with lust as he finally gave himself over to the need to rut because fucking me felt that good.
But still, he maintained that control I was determined to shatter. Still holding me down and open for him, I moved one of my hands,
trailing my fingers down my stomach as his hot, hungry gaze tracked where I was headed.
