Fighting to Forget by Jenika Snow

of sweat dotted his brow and chest, sliding down his hard, tattooed and scarred body, and making her more aroused. She wanted his sweat to drip on her as he pounded into her. She wanted to just … feel .
    “I know you’re holding back, and I don’t want that, Larson.” Something shifted behind his dark eyes after she spoke, and his movements picked up, as if he couldn’t control himself after she said the words. His cock slid in and out of her, the momentum faster and harder as his hips slapped against hers and the sound of wet flesh filled the room.
    “ Christ , baby,” he said harshly. He leaned back on his haunches and gripped her inner thighs. When he pushed her legs impossibly wider and stared down at where his cock sank into her pussy, she felt herself go higher in her arousal. When he lifted his gaze back to hers he said hoarsely, “Look. Watch as I take you.”
    The pleasure was insurmountable, but when she braced herself on her elbows and stared down at where their bodies met once again, the ecstasy rose. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, and the glossiness from her cream shone on his dick. He placed his thumb on her clit and moved the bundle of nerves back and forth, over and over, and then she exploded without any preamble.
    Lights flashed before her eyes as her orgasm claimed her. But Larson didn’t relent as he thrust in and out of her, drawing her climax to the peak then keeping it there until she couldn’t breathe. When the world came back into focus the image before her had her arousal racing to the forefront again. He looked wild, untamed, and full of heat. Sweat dripped down his chest in droplets and landed on her breasts. His super short hair was wet from his perspiration, but he had never looked so good to her.
    Before she could even blink, he moved onto his back and had her straddling him. His hands were on her waist, and he lifted her, forcing his cock to almost slip out before he impaled her on him again. Tasha’s head spun as he did this continuously. All she could do was brace herself with her hands on his pectoral muscles as he fucked her on his shaft.
    Grunts and groans left him and grew louder, and she knew he was close. Taking matters into her own hands, Tasha pressed all the way down on him and ground her pussy on his pelvis. She was sensitive, sore even, but she wasn’t going to stop this. A gasp left her when her clit rubbed against the short, coarse hairs on his lower belly.
    “Yeah, baby. Fuck.” He tightened his hold on her waist as she took over the rocking motions. Up and down she moved, sinking harder and faster on his cock until her head grew dizzy from it all. She was going to come again.
    The taste of sweet release was so close that on the next down stroke she ground her clit against him. The explosion inside of her rivaled the one before. She threw her head back and cried out as her pussy clamped down on his cock, milking him for his cum. Larson dug his fingertips into her, and his low, animalistic grunt signaled he’d found his own release. If it were possible, she felt him harden even further inside of her.
    She collapsed against his chest, their skin sweaty and their breathing loud. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled so they were on their sides facing each other. The heavy length of him was still buried in her body, and spasms continued to travel through her. Closing her eyes and resting her forehead on his damp chest, she listened to the sound of his heart beating.
    After several minutes of silence, and the feel of Larson stroking his fingers up and down her spine, she pushed back and braced herself on an elbow, staring down at him. For a second he just looked at her, and then lifted his hand to cup her cheek.
    “I’ve waited a long time for you, Tasha.”
    Her heart stalled, just stopped right in her chest.
    “Larson…”
    “It’s the truth, Tasha, and I want to make this work, no matter what.”
    She smiled, lay on her side right up against