The room was dark when we stumbled inside.
His hands guided me through the dim light in his house then pushed my shirt up and over my head.
"I'll have you screaming my name before I'm done with you, beautiful."
His low growl and the way his hands moved over my body made my head spin.
He didn't waste any time pulling my pants down past my hips and pushing me up against the kitchen table.
"I want you so bad, Bella, I can practically taste you."
His words were my undoing as his hand quickly made its way to my core.
"So wet for me, sweetheart."
He pressed his body against mine, his fingers buried deep as his palm rubbed my clit.
His kisses weren't soft or gentle as his lips pressed against my mouth. My lips parted quickly; my tongue just as needy as his.
He moved against me, the hardness in his pants rubbing my thigh rhythmically.
"Touch your tits," he said gruffly, softly biting the spot where my shoulder met my collarbone.
I did as I was told, pulling down the demi cups and pinching my nipples as his fingers brought me closer and closer to bliss.
"That's it, baby," he groaned. "Touch yourself … God you look good like this."
I whimpered helplessly as he pulled his hand away from me.
"I want you to come on my cock," he said between clenched teeth as I watched him pull my pants down my legs.
He stood then, his fingers working over his belt buckle. "I didn't tell you to stop playing with those pretty nipples, Bella."
The glint in his eye had me clenching my thighs together.
"So beautiful." He stroked his cock, his eyes wandering all over my body. "Are you ready for me?"