Chapter 4 #2
“That’s it, gorgeous. Let me in. I’ll get you ready, then I’m gonna fuck you so hard you forget your name.” The unexpected dirty talk kept my moan going and made it louder. He muttered more lovely, filthy things as he pumped his finger in and out of me, then carefully added another.
More indecent sounds came flooding out of me and then his joined the mix. I couldn’t believe he was enjoying this bit, but I was not complaining.
To be honest, I hadn’t expected him to stretch me at all, most men didn’t bother.
I was lucky if they took it slow fucking into me, rather than plunging in in one go, making it so I couldn’t walk straight for a week.
I shouldn’t have been surprised, though.
Mick had shown himself to be a very adept and considerate lover, so of course he would use his fingers first.
While he worked me open, my hands traveled up and down his thick muscled back and arms, kneading his firm flesh with my fingers. He was driving me mad, making me grip so hard there would be tiny little fingerprint bruises all over his shoulders tomorrow.
By the time he had three fingers inside me, twisting and thrusting, I was a trembling, babbling mess.
“Mick, fuck me now, please,” I begged, breathing the words onto his cheek. Grunting, he removed his fingers, and I felt the loss immediately. Within a few seconds, he picked me up, turned around, and put me down on the bed.
“How do you want to do it?”
The question threw me; it wasn’t one I got asked often. I tended to do whatever the other bloke wanted. I’d never considered which positions I most enjoyed.
“Get on your back. I’ll sit on top of you. Is that okay? Do you mind?”
He laughed and arranged himself with his head on some pillows. “Not at all, sweetheart, sounds good.” The word made my hot skin prickle with warmth.
I took the chance to look at him. Lying on my bed, completely naked, miles of pale creamy skin with constellations of copper-brown freckles dotted all over it.
He was a sight to behold. His dick was shorter than mine but much thicker.
Stiff as a board, it stood upright from the patch of ginger curls, and I couldn't wait to get it inside me.
Kneeling on the edge of the bed, I went on all fours and crawled up the bed and his body.
Leaning down to give him a kiss, I straddled his waist, my arse hovering over his dick.
Reaching behind myself, I grabbed him and positioned his dick, then sat all the way down, taking him to the hilt and making him cry out in pleasure.
It didn’t hurt much, thanks to Mick preparing me thoroughly.
Loud moans came from both of us, harmonising and synchronising as our bodies did the same.
With my hands flat on his chest for leverage, I bounced up and down on his dick, coming almost all the way off and then taking him fully inside me again.
It felt so fucking good. I was so glad I’d chosen this position, although it was pretty knackering.
Reading my mind, Mick gripped my hips and thrust up into me, taking over the hard work.
As he rammed his dick into me, my own was dripping like a tap.
“I’m nearly there, sweetheart,” he growled as he pushed deep inside me, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. I took over again, this time with my hands behind me gripping his thighs. I rode him hard and fast, making him peg that glorious fucking spot inside me exactly right.
His grunts and moans picked up in pace and volume, and just before I could do it myself, he wrapped his hand around my dick and tugged roughly on it.
The double sensation of being fucked and having my dick in his vice-like grip was too much, and soon my orgasm was barreling through me, filling my body with pleasure.
I rode out the climax, and my arse clamped down on Mick’s dick, sending him over the edge as he came inside me.
Climbing off him, I collapsed face first on the bed. I needed to get up and clean myself, but after the best shag of my life, I needed a minute to gather myself. I must have dozed off for a minute, because the next thing I knew, a warm, wet flannel was on me.
“Hmm?” I mumbled into the pillow as Mick wiped me down with the washcloth.
“Just cleaning you up. You don’t want to sleep covered in jizz, believe me.”
He was too perfect. God knew how many men had fucked me, and not one of them had even offered to clean me up, let alone did it themself.
My heart panged. A part of me wished he wasn’t so loving in his actions.
It might have been easier to forget about him or not want this again if he’d been less caring.
“Can I sleep in here, or do you want me to kip on the couch?”
I lifted my head an inch off the pillow so he could hear me. “Stay.”
“Will do.” He manoeuvred the blankets from underneath me, then lay them back down on top of both of us. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I felt him shift me onto his chest and wrap his arms around me.
Yep, definitely ruined for all men, now.