Desired by Stacey Kennedy

build in intensity. Thinking to himself that that would be a fun scene and giving her ass a final slap, he ordered, “Flip over.”
    She turned onto her back, and he discovered eyes so rich with lust.
Such a pretty little thing you are
. Lowering his head, he licked a taut nipple and squeezed her breast. She gave him soft moans, and he started to wonder if any part of Ella wasn’t super-sensitized.
    Cupping both breasts in his hands, he enjoyed the perfect handfuls of soft, supple skin. He bit one nipple, feeling her shudder.
You’d like nipple clamps
. To test her, he grabbed both wrists and placed them in his one hand over the top of her head, and she squirmed beneath him with deep gasps.
And bondage, too
.
    With his cock aching to blow, he rolled off her and onto his back, then lifted her onto his lap. “Ride me, sweetheart.”
    Her lips parted as her gaze burned molten hot. He held his cock out to her and she pressed her hands against his chest, slowly lowering down onto him. As she bounced on him, her breasts jiggled, which was exactly why he didn’t prefer skinny women. He loved curves. And he especially enjoyed knowing a woman wouldn’t break under his powerful thrusts.
    Ella was pure, seductive woman.
    Every time she thrust down onto him, he grunted, overwhelmed by the lovely view she offered. Her braided hair was disheveled, with strands sticking out. It only increased his desire; a bit messy looked good on her.
    She pressed against his shoulders and shifted her hips, rocking against him. He grunted, unable to look away from her. Relishing the feel of her tight heat against him, he wanted nothing more than to ride her hard. But he allowed her to play, as she appeared to like being on top. Pride lightened her eyes, a look that also belonged to a submissive; Ella felt good about herself when pleasing others.
    Entranced by her, he tangled his fingers into the back of her braid and pulled her mouth close to his. As she bounced on the tip of his cock, a groan ripped from his throat before he devoured her moan with his mouth. He didn’t work her with gentle testing, but commanded her with bruising kisses. And she moaned with every swipe of his tongue.
    Dropping a hand between them, he swirled around her clit, feeling tremors rocking through her. Even her lips quivered against his mouth. Her gasps washed across him in a heady desire he needed to fulfill. Continuing to rub her, he gripped her hair tight, pinning her right where he wanted her. Then he lifted his hips off the mattress and he drove up into her tight sex. Her eyelids lowered, and her moans shifted to deep panting brushing across his face.
    “Fuck, yes,” she screamed, long and drawn out.
    Keeping his hold tight in her hair, he continued to thrust up into her as her screams echoed a complete loss of control. Total freedom. Grunting, he bit his lip and focused off his pleasure threatening to overwhelm him.
    Her pussy clamped like a vise against him, and as moisture dripped onto his sac, heat roared up his spine, stripping his control. He smacked her ass and then pushed against her chest, sending her onto her back. Moving onto his knees, he grasped her one leg and raised it over his shoulder, then pushed the other leg open with his thigh. He reentered her with one quick stroke and then he rode her hard.
    Her gaze widened, almost crazed with pleasure. She gripped his biceps with her fingernails and her lips were parted wide as sensual moans spilled over him. Moving his hips rapidly, he thrust into her, purposely brushing against her G-spot. Beneath him, her breasts were bouncing under his thrusts, treating him to one helluva view. Unable to stop the impulse, he grabbed one, squeezing it tightly and then pinching a nipple.
    “Oh, yes!” she screamed.
    Her tight heat spasmed around his shaft, and he didn’t have the ability to refuse his needs. He pushed forward, leaning against her leg, and then he unleashed all his strength onto her perfect overheated