Chapter 22: Hendrix

Hendrix

“Son of a bitch.” Immediately, her walls clamped down and my eyes opened. Torn between the look of rapture on her face and the obscene way she was stretched around my girth.

Beau had trapped me inside, and I had to take a moment and breathe. To try and make this last longer than four pumps. I’ll be damned if I come before she does.

“Oh God,” she writhed, eyes closed while her walls massaged my length. Her juices coated the top of her thighs and my skin. “Please, Hendrix...need you to move. To fuck me.”

“Beg again. One more time in that whiny voice, nymph.”

Green eyes snapped open and narrowed. Dared me to ask again. “Maybe I should make you beg.”

Pulling all the way out, I maneuvered her legs over my arms and spread her wider. At my mercy. Held her like that with just the tip inside, pushing the fat head through her lips and over her clit.