"Fuck," he groaned, listening to the words whispered in his ear. His hands instantly moved to the soft skin of her hips, digging his fingers in, gripping her tightly as he gave one, hard single thrust into her, watching her tits bounce. So perfect. So bloody perfect. She didn't talk like this. Never and hearing her tell him what she wanted? Such a fucking turn on. She was easy enough to maneuver, her tiny waist and light frame let this position be comfortable for both of them. He pressed forward again, this time a bit slower, sliding in as deep as he could while pulling her hips down to meet his thrust. His head ducked, catching a tight nipple between his teeth and pulled, rocking his hips slowly against hers.
Shifting, Clint moved them, keeping himself buried inside of her until his feet were planted firmly on the ground, her legs spread on either side of him. He leaned back against the cushions of the couch, eyes dark with desire, lips curved into a devilish smile. "You want to ride my cock?" he murmured, sliding his hands from her hips, letting them fall to the side. "Do it."
There was nothing he could want more, in this moment, than to watch her ride him. He could see the tell-tale signs of her blush from the words they'd been using and he couldn't help but grin as he watched her move over him. His hand moved between them, thumb teasing her clit, watching her eyes darken. There was nothing quite like making Alexandra Montgomery lose control.