This woman is a goddamn vision. She’s tanned and toned, long legs and sexy curves. And that sweet, bare pussy. I bet she tastes as amazing as she looks. “Fuck, your body,” I mutter.

“That’s the plan,” she says as she drops a knee beside my thigh and straddles my hips.

She traces my lips with her fingers and whispers, “Open.”

So I do, without thinking, because she’s gorgeous and naked and looking to ride my cock.

She slips her fingertip into my mouth. “Suck.”

I chuckle, but do as she asks, watching her teeth press into her lip. She trades her index finger for her middle finger, so I suck that, too. I don’t know why it takes me until she drops her hand, ready to hit the sweet spot between her thighs, to clue in to what she’s doing.

“Oh, hell no.” I grab her hand and latch onto the other one, too, just to be safe.

Her irritated confusion is fucking adorable. “What’re you doing?”

“If I’m fucking you, I’m prepping you. I get to do that.” She’s all delicate bones and narrow wrists, so I can easily hold them with one hand.

This time I’m the one slipping a finger into her mouth, telling her to suck. And she does. Her cheeks hollow out, and I think about what her mouth will feel like wrapped around my cock. Hopefully we’ll have a chance to get to that later. I drag a single finger along her slit, circling her clit a few times before I go lower and find her hot and wet. Easing in, I watch her mouth drop open and her lids lower.

After a few slow pumps, I add a second finger, and curl forward, getting the sweetest moan in response. I release her hands and lean in to suck one of those pretty little nipples of hers into my mouth while I rub on her clit with my thumb.

She breathes out, “Oh God,” and threads her fingers through my hair, keeping my mouth locked around her nipple.

“You still want me to fuck you.” It’s mostly a statement and not a question.

“You better not be thinking about stopping now.”

I chuckle and fumble around for my pants, which are thankfully still on the bed and search for my wallet. I still have my fingers inside her and I’m trying to maintain some kind of rhythm since every pump and curl causes her to moan. Flipping my wallet open, I find a pair of condoms. Amalie tears one free. Using her teeth, she rips it open and then rolls it on. She nudges my hand out of the way so she can run the head over her clit. And then she sinks down.

Her sharp inhalation and the way her eyes widen are a good indicator she’s taking it too fast.

I grab onto her hips to keep her still and steady. Sweet mother of fuck, she feels incredible. “Easy. I don’t want to break this perfect pussy.”

She snorts and rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t fight my hold. I lower her slowly, watching my cock disappear inside her until her ass rests on my thighs. Amalie’s nails dig into my shoulders and she makes a delicious, needy sound.

“See, I’m not broken,” she says, all soft-sweet.

“You’re fucking incredible.” A perfect, snug place to keep my cock buried.

She lets out this breathy little laugh.

I trail my fingers over her breast, gently skimming her nipple. “You ready to be fucked?”

Her cheeks flush, and then her lip curls up at the corner. “Are you?”

“Fuck yeah.” I lace my hands behind my head and lean back against the pillows. “Have at it, baby.”

She snorts. “Could you be any more cocky?”

“I don’t know, you’re the one who’s full of mine, you tell me.”

“You should shut up and just lie there and look good so you don’t ruin this for me.”

I’m about to give her some of that sass back, but she clamps a hand over my mouth. She leans in close, until her nipples brush my chest. “Shh. The only thing you should be doing with that mouth is kissing me.”

She drops her palm and sucks on my bottom lip while she rolls her hips. “Oh God.” She does it again, her tongue sweeping my mouth at the same pace as she rocks in my lap. She goes slow at first, but it doesn’t take long for her seek more friction, swiveling faster, rocking harder.

“Jesus. That just . . . oh God. I can feel that right—” She stops talking against my lips. Gripping one shoulder, she pushes back enough so she can see me clearly and I can see her. She grabs my jaw with the other hand, her eyes are wide, shock and desire making them bright. “I can’t—every time, you’re hitting that spot every damn time.”

She makes this noise as she shifts again—if pleasure was a sound, this would be it.

“Are you gonna come?” I ask.

“I-I-I—” She trembles violently.

I grab her hips on the next roll and shift as she grinds down.

“Oh, fuck,” she groans. “Do that again.”

“Do this?” I lift her up a couple of inches and drop her back down.

“Again,” she orders.

I’m all about pleasing her, so I comply.

Her mouth is less than an inch from mine. “Harder.”

I grip her hips, feel the tension in her body, the way she’s fighting against me. “Harder?”

“Fuck me like you’re supposed to,” she grits through clamped teeth, her frustration obvious, but it’s more than that. She’s so close to coming.

I stop holding her back. Instead, I help pull her down as I lift my hips.

Her eyes go wide. “Yessss.”

“Again?” I ask.

“Just like that.”

And so I do. And she comes. Violently. Her nails dig in, cutting my skin. She has absolutely no control over her body, so I keep pumping while she shakes and chants oh God, oh God, oh God. She’s gorgeous when she’s falling apart.

I grab her chin. “Look at me.”

She struggles to open her eyes, but eventually she manages to lift her lids and meet my gaze.

“Who’s fucking you?”

She shudders. “You are.”

“Who made you come?”

She blinks, slow and hazy. “You did.”

“Wanna come again?”

Her eyes go wide again. “Oh God.”

I grab her ass and flip her over so I’m on top. “He’s not gonna save you from me, baby.” And I make her come again. So hard she bites my shoulder to muffle her scream. I’m close, but I want to see if I can get one more orgasm out of her. I slow it down, grinding against her. Amalie’s hands are in my hair, and then her nails rake down my back and dig into my ass.

“I’m gonna come soon,” I tell her. “You getting close again?”

“I don’t know if I can have another one.”

“You sure as hell can.” I hook my arm under her knee and draw it up, getting another sweet groan out of her when I roll my hips. I keep up the rhythm, slow and steady, watching her face. Her head is thrown back, lips parted, eyes closed tight. With my mouth beside her ear, I whisper, “I can feel you squeezing my cock, you better make it happen soon, baby, ’cause I don’t think I can hold out much longer.”

“Don’t stop doing what you’re doing,” she pleads.

“Want it harder?”

She nods.

“What about faster?”

“Please.”

I slide my fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck and tilt her head down, holding it still as I give her what she wants. I’d say I have about six more thrusts before I’m done for, but with the way she’s started shaking again, and the whimpering moans I’m getting, she’s about to come anyway. I make it to thrust five before the orgasm kicks me in the spine.