27. Cheyanne

Idon"t give him the chance to say anything else. I move closer to him, wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him ferociously. This time I want it fast and hard.

"Fuck me," I tell him. "Fuck me hard. I want to forget everything but this, right here and now."

He raises a brow at my request but seems eager enough. He rips my shirt off, shredding the material. His mouth finds my nipples, and he sucks them to hardened peaks.

My body tingles with anticipation as he takes control, his touch igniting a wildfire within me. I crave his dominance, yearning for the raw intensity that only he can provide. With each nibble and lick, I feel myself surrendering to the pleasure that courses through my veins.

I let out a moan, my voice laced with desire. "Yes, just like that," I gasp, arching my back to meet his lips. His hands roam down my sides, tracing the curves of my body and leaving a trail of fiery sensations in their wake.

I moan deeper into the kiss as his hand slowly slides down my stomach, teasingly brushing against my still-clothed mound while he keeps sucking on my nipples. My body shudders at his touch, desperate for more contact.

When he reaches the waistband of my pants, he tugs them down gently. "So fucking wet," he whispers huskily before trailing his nose along the edge of my panties, inhaling deeply. His eyes darken with lust when they meet mine again as if he"s drinking in every ounce of need I have for him.

"You want me inside you?" he asks gruffly between heavy breaths.

I nod eagerly. "Yes, please."

He stands up and roughly pulls off his clothes, revealing his muscled chest and rock-hard cock that throbs with anticipation. Then he removes my panties, grabs me by the hips, lifts me up onto the table, and positions himself between my legs.

With one swift thrust, he"s inside me, filling me completely. I gasp in pleasure at how full I feel. The friction is exquisite as he starts moving slowly but surely, each stroke deeper than the last. My fingers dig into his shoulders as I try to hold onto him tightly, but our rhythm picks up quickly as we grind against each other like animals in heat.

The sound of our skin slapping together echoes around the room as he thrusts deeper into me, taking me hard and fast. His mouth finds mine again, demanding my submission as we wrestle against each other. He kisses me like he owns me, which maybe he does at this moment because all I care about is that cock inside of me and seeing him consumed by our lust.

I can feel his warmth spreading through my body like wildfire, making every nerve ending alight with pleasure. My hands explore his muscular back, tracing the indentations of his spine while he holds onto my hips, guiding our movements.

He lifts his hips slightly, hitting that spot inside of me that makes me scream out in ecstasy. The sound vibrates through him as he growls into my mouth, his tongue dancing with mine like an erotic waltz. We"re lost in each other; two souls connected by primal desire.

Our bodies are slick with sweat as we grind against one another in perfect harmony. Every time he thrusts into me, it's like a lightning bolt of pleasure shooting through every nerve ending in my body. Waves of heat wash over us both like an ocean tide crashing onto sandy shores.

I gasp for air between kisses when he bites down on my neck lightly before whispering dirty words against my skin which send shivers down my spine. His hands move up to cup my breasts roughly, pinching the nipples before squeezing them between his fingers. My breath hitches as he continues to thrust into me, harder and faster, matching the tempo of our passionate lovemaking.

We"re in sync as we move together, our hips grinding against each other like a dance only we know how to perform. His moans mix with mine, creating a harmony of raw lust that fills the room. I run my nails along his back, leaving tiny red lines in their wake as he growls low in his throat, taking control once more and demanding more of my submission.

It feels so good to be taken like this, to be wanted and desired by him so deeply that it hurts. It makes me feel alive in ways I never thought possible.

The smell of sweat and sex fills the air around us as he thrusts deeper still. It feels like he"s claiming what"s his, marking me as his own. The rough sex is everything I crave and more. It"s primal, raw, and perfectly chaotic. My legs wrap around his waist as he pounds into me harder, faster, never relenting.

I can feel the table shaking in sync with our movements. Our bodies are one, and our hearts beat together. His musky scent fills my nostrils as I grip onto him tighter, determined not to let go until we both reach completion.

The friction between us is almost painful but in the best way possible. It's an addictive agony that sends shivers down my spine. He growls low in his throat every time he slams into me, claiming me as his own possession. My walls clench around him with each stroke, begging for release.

I gasp loudly as he takes me hard and fast. The force of his movements drives me wild with pleasure, making my walls clench tightly around him.

Each thrust sends shockwaves through my core, making my mind go blank with lust and need. His harsh gasps fill the room as he pistons into me, claiming what is his while we connect on a primal level that words can"t describe.

He growls against my neck when he feels me start to tremble beneath him, knowing that I"m getting close to orgasm. He lifts one of my legs up towards his hip, opening me wider for deeper penetration and grinding himself against my G-spot again and again until I cry out his name in ecstasy.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh accompanies our heavy breaths, the smell of sweat and sex filling the air. His hands grip my hips tightly, guiding his unyielding thrusts that pierce through me like a hot knife through butter.

Every time he hits my G-spot, I cry out his name in pleasure, feeling my walls quiver and clench around him. The table beneath us groans under our weight as we move together without restraint, lost in a haze of passion and desire.

Our kisses grow fierce and open-mouthed, and we devour each other"s mouths like they"re the only source of air we need to survive. He nips at my lips, tasting me deeply as if trying to consume every bit of me he can before claiming my neck once more with bruising kisses that only fuel my lust.

His fingers dig into the flesh there, leaving marks that I know will turn into bruises later on. But right now, all I care about is feeling him inside me and the roughness of his skin against mine.

The table groans under our combined weight, creaking with every powerful thrust that drives us both closer to the edge. His cock slides in and out of my slick heat, hitting my sweet spot over and over again, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body.

I gasp for air between moans, my legs trembling under the onslaught of pleasure that has me seeing stars. His fingers dig into my hips, guiding him deeper into my wet heat as he takes what he wants without hesitation. I feel his muscles tense under his skin, and I know he"s close, too.

"Renan!" I scream out his name as I come. My orgasm seems to drive him further inside of me. The waves of pleasure become unrelenting as the intensity increases.

His lips find mine again, crashing together in a hungry kiss. His hands grip onto my waist as he uses all of his strength to push deeper into me, filling me up completely.

The table beneath us groans and skids at least six inches across the floor. I can feel him throbbing inside me, his cock pulsing with each powerful stroke. His fingers dig into my hips as he gives one final hard thrust before letting out a primal roar and filling me with his seed.