26. Gage #3
The wet sounds of her pussy intensify.
She gasps.
“That horny pussy of yours is going to make a big fat mess all over this floor.”
“You—you do that to me.”
My orgasm is looming.
I quicken my pace, my hips slapping roughly against her jiggling ass .
I lower my gaze to where we connect. “Your sweet little pussy is so tight.”
More juices come gushing out of her dripping pussy, running down her legs and mine.
The sight is filthy as fuck.
“You’re never going to find another man who fucks you the way I do.”
“No. Never.”
“No other man will make your pussy weep.”
“Only you.”
“Your pussy is molded to my cock now. You’ll never feel this full with another.”
“I won’t.”
I pound in and out of her.
“When I’m done with you, you’ll never want another cock for the rest of your natural life.”
“It’ll never be this good with another.”
“Fuck no, it won’t.”
I’m feverish, teetering on the edge. That’s the only explanation for all this gibberish flying out of my mouth without my permission.
“You’re dirty only for me.” This primal sense of possessiveness is foreign.
“Only for you.”
Damn right.
“No one else, Gage.”
The addition of my name hits me in the gut.
I was pleased with her response, but she had to take it up by several notches.
“Don’t you dare forget it.”
“I’ll never forget you .”
Ditto that .
Her pussy clamps and release around my cock, signaling she’s close.
Jesus.
“You’re gonna come hard for me?”
She doesn’t respond.
Her eyes shut closed.
“Lily—”
“Oh my God. Oh, Gage. Gage.”
A strong gush of her juices runs down my legs.
Damn.
My brain takes a leave of absence as my body takes over.
I pump into her from behind like a madman, my cadence so erratic, my big balls slap against her pussy. The sensation is as potent as a shot of ecstasy, the sound is lewd and debauched. The way I’m fucking her is primal and barbaric, but I can’t dial it down.
Lily’s body convulses. “Gage—” She clamps hard against my cock, milking it, clenching, and releasing her pussy around me.
“God, Lily?—”
The floodgates open.
Holy shit.
My body loses the battle.
I release the cum that’s been building up in my balls since she was playing with her pussy in my car.
I give in to a climax so strong, I see stars.
The intensity knocks me over. It’s something I’ve never felt before.
I’ve been starved for too many years.
Lily freed me of my self-imposed sentence.
Nothing compares to seeking pleasure inside a woman’s pussy.
For several heartbeats, our panting takes over the suite .
How I manage to remain standing on my shaky legs is a mystery to me.
With every breath, the storm inside me simmers down.
I caress her back, coated with a sheen of sweat. “You’re still with me?”
“I am.” Her voice is faint. “I’ll never have sex on a bed ever again.”
“I’ve corrupted you?”
She shakes her head. “I’ll ruin the sheets and bed.”
I laugh.
“I’m serious.”
I pull out of her and help her stand straight.
I turn her around so she’s facing me. “That was hot as fuck.”
“You say that because you’re used to this.”
I stroke her damp hair off her face. “I’ve never been with a woman who’s reacted that way.”
A veil of shyness covers her eyes. “You’re not just saying that?”
“No. The way your body responds to me is so hedonistic. You’re sexy when you come so hard your juices gush all over the place.”
“I’m sure not all men like…”—her eyes lower for a beat—“such a reaction.”
“You don’t want to fuck an idiot who can’t appreciate that. You want a man who gets turned on by it.” Like me.
“Thanks for making me feel sexy about my intense reaction.”
I tap the tip of her nose. “I fucking love your intense reaction.”
I place two fingers underneath her chin and lift her face up to mine.
Something passes between us .
She gets on her tippytoes and offers me her lips.
I kiss her. Slow at first, but it soon turns ravenous.
She matches my passion with as much fervor.
I suck her tongue as if I’m trying to steal her sobs and whimpers. I’m not complaining about fucking her from behind, but I missed not having my mouth on hers.
I haven’t kissed a woman in so many years that each time I lock lips with Lily’s, the contact ignites my soul.
Something thunderous beats at my chest. A foreign sensation I can’t quite describe.
What the fuck is this woman doing to me?
I pull away from her, freeing myself from the spell she has me under.
She grunts her dissatisfaction.
“I should warn you,” I say. “Not every guy out there can turn you into a waterfall. I’m gifted.”
She swats my chest. “Cocky much?”
“You bet.” I wink.
Something flickers in her eyes.
“What is it?”
“I’m a day late and a dollar short if you’re the only man my body reacts to like that since I’m going back to New York soon.”
Ah. The elephant in the room.
She talked about her passion project, but she didn’t mention anything about a job. If Fisher is grooming her to take over a PR company, perhaps she works for her father.
I cup her face in my hands and press our foreheads together, her soft exhale bathing my mouth. “Do you have anything pressing to deal with when you get home, or can you extend your trip?”
Her eyes sparkle as they fix on me. “You want me to stay longer?”
“Yes. We can spend more time together.”
“Oh.”
“If you have other plans, I understand?—”
“No, I don’t have anything urgent.” The words come rushing out of her mouth.
“Stay.”
“Okay. I will.”
“Good.” Warmth fills my chest. There’s so much I want to say to her, but I’ve done such a bang-up job jailing my feelings for the past three years, I no longer know how to unlock them.
Her brilliant smile takes over her beautiful face.
“Let’s go take a shower so I can enjoy some ice cream,” I say.
“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. Ice cream is a great idea.”
“I wasn’t talking about you.”
She furrows her eyebrows.
“Remember my promise?”
That frown deepens.
“I’m going to clean you up before dirtying you again by spreading ice cream all over your heavenly body and licking it off you.” If I keep things sexual, my mind will stop confusing me.
Big blue eyes widen. “You… We… You want me again so soon?”
“Damn right, I’m ready for another round.”
“You’re insatiable.”
“Is that a complaint?”
She giggles. “No.”
“Glad we’re on the same page.”
I don’t give her time to respond, I bend and pick her up fireman style.
She squeals.
“Put me down, you beast. ”
“Behave, woman.”
She wiggles her legs, thrashing over my shoulder.
“Keep it up, and I’ll leave my handprint on your ass.”
She goes still for a beat before wiggling again.
Slap!
Her breath hitches and then she lets out a low moan.
Well, hell.
“My little slut is begging for a good spanking.”