I look up and watch Hayden’s face as she curled over the top of me. Her head is thrown back, her eyes are closed and her body is alive with pleasure. Pleasure I’m giving her. Pleasure she’s getting just from riding against the hard ridge of my cock. I should stop this. It’s madness for a lot of reasons, most importantly, if it keeps up I’m going to come in my damn pants like a horny kid watching his first porno. The problem is, this isn’t some damn movie. This is Hayden and she’s beautiful. Even through our clothes I can feel the heat of her pussy, I feel the way she greedily moves so my cock pushes against her in all the right places, and I don’t want her to stop. I want her to come. Just. Like. This. Using me to get what she wants. I want to give her exactly what her sweet pussy wants—pleasure. Pleasure only I can give her.

“Michael,” she gasps, sounding desperate.

“I’m right here,” I growl, feeling heat run up my back. It’s been so long I’ve almost forgotten the feeling, but I know I’m getting ready to come. Fuck.

“I need,” she cries brokenly, her body riding me harder and faster, but I can tell she’s not there. Her body is searching too desperately for something…

“Tell me what you need, Beauty. Tell me and I’ll give it to you,” I vow, knowing in this moment I’d move heaven or earth to give her whatever she asks for.

“More,” she sobs, frantically. "I can’t get…Michael,” she ends in a whimper, sounding unsure. I’m torn listening to her. I know what she needs-what we both do. I don’t know why I’m denying myself really. I want inside of her so much I can taste it. I’ve resisted because I don’t know what her history is, but there’s something there. I thought she might have been abused. The panic attacks indicate that, and yet her response to me is completely different. It’s a riddle wrapped in a mystery. The mystery being why, when nothing else has for seven years, Hayden makes me…want. “Michael,” she calls again, bringing my attention back to her. I react on instinct.

I wrap my hand into her long hair and pull her head down to me. My hold is tight, and I know it brings a slice of pain to her from the way she cries. I should be gentle with her, but I’m not gentle. I’ve never been that way much, and I really don’t have it in me now. I bring my hand to the breast I’ve uncovered, capturing the swollen nipple and pinching it with my fingers. She jerks, but the grip I have on her hair keeps her from moving too far.

“You’re going to come for me, Beauty,” I growl into her ear, letting my teeth clamp down on the lobe, and my tongue slip along the shell. “You’re going to ride my cock and make us both come.”

“Oh God, Michael…”

“I’m so close, Hayden. You have my cock so hard right now with the way you’re riding me. You’re going to make me fucking come all over myself,” I whisper to her, my tongue pushing in her ear, to tease her along with my words. Her body quakes on top of me and she grinds against me. “You like that don’t you, sweetheart. You like the idea that you could make my cock explode and leave him covered in his own come just by moving your sweet little body back and forth. You like knowing you have my body at your mercy. Don’t you?”

“Yes!” she cries loudly, her nails are biting into my shoulders so hard, she’s drawing blood. And I like it. I like everything that’s fucking happening right now.

“Are you coming for me, Beauty. Is that sweet little pussy coming all for me?” I growl, yanking a little harder on her hair, bending her head back to expose her neck. I run my tongue along her neck. I can feel her pulse beating hard. I bite the skin, too far gone to know if I’m bruising her skin, and mostly hoping like hell I am. The idea fires up inside of me, and I bite into the base of her shoulder and neck harder. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I’m being too rough now. The bite is going to mark her, and I want it to. I want everyone to see it.

Hayden cries out my name, her body undulating on top of me, stops all at once. I look up and that’s when I see it. The exact moment her orgasm hits and then takes over. I push on her head to bring her face down. Her eyes are wide, the silver-gray color deep and glistening. Those thick lips are open. Her breath is ragged and comes out in small puffs. And then her body lurches, as a cry is torn from her. It’s not a word, just a cry of release before she quakes with her climax.

My hands release her from the hold I have, only to grab her ass and glide her against my cock, thrusting against her as I forget everything, but the need to come with her. I explode, my cum jetting out in the first release that I’ve had in years. I come so hard that it’s physically painful and my cry mingles with hers. Eventually my body stops jerking, and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her into me. My head rests against the swollen mound of her stomach and that’s when it hits me.

Instant regret.