127. Courtney
Chapter 127
Courtney
I land on my back, the mattress absorbing the contact.
The glow from the bathroom light in the hall illuminates the bedroom enough that I’m on full display.
Laid out. Arms wide. Legs spread. Nude.
A deep rumbling sound rolls out of Sterling’s chest.
My back arches.
“Fucking death of me,” Sterling says as he grips my hips and yanks me a few inches toward him, holding me with my ass halfway off the bed.
Then he starts thrusting again.
Slamming his hips forward.
Stuffing my pussy full of dick with each stroke.
He gets so deep there’s a twinge of pain.
But… I like it.
I think I really like it.
The ache Sterling’s cock causes is… exhilarating.
And I already want to do this again.
I want to do this every night.
My body slides up the bed with each slam of his hips, and I search for purchase. But my fingers only close around blankets.
“Arms up.” He slides his hands up my body until he’s palming both my tits, his rough fingers hot against my soft flesh.
“Arms?” I blink at him.
“Over your head, Cookie. Put your hands on the wall.” Sterling pinches my nipples. “Brace yourself.”
I reach my arms straight up.
Lying like this, sideways across the small bed, my hands reach the wall.
And I brace myself.
Sterling gives my nipples a tug, then he moves his grip to the top of my thighs, right where they crease at my hips.
Holding me firmly, he goes back to working his cock in and out of me.
I can feel my tits bounce with each collision.
Can feel everything bounce.
Can feel the head of his dick dragging against that spot inside me.
And he has me so close.
So fucking close.