CHAPTER 26 #3
I take more of him into my mouth as I maintain eye contact. His chin is tilted down as he watches everything I do and I pull him in deeper. His head jerks back. His abs and chest flex. It’s game time.
I work my mouth up and down him, using my hands to stroke the shaft, slow at first, then faster while squeezing tighter.
“Slow down, baby,” he groans. “You’re going to make me blow my load all over you.”
If that was meant to make me take it easy, it had the opposite effect.
I cup his balls with one hand as I press his tip against the inside of my cheek, and he lets out a loud moan just the way I wanted him to.
I’m going to take him to the edge then back off before bringing him to the edge again.
I want to make this last, then I’ll let him come down my—
Suddenly his hands are under my arms, strong and powerful, and the next thing I know he’s laying me down gently with my back against the sofa. A second later his knees are pushing my knees apart and he’s hovering over me.
“Girl, I want that pretty mouth of yours to scream my name and it can’t with my dick in it.”
Talk like that just makes my pussy wetter. Thank goodness this sofa is huge and so comfy because I can’t imagine getting up and finding the bedroom. There’s no time for that. I need him now!
He must feel the same because he doesn’t make me wait as he reaches down and grabs his cock. I suck in a deep breath when he uses it like I used my new vibrator, rubbing the tip up and down my slit. Fuck the vibrator—this is a million times better!
He’s kissing me eagerly, my mouth, my neck, my nipples, as he strokes just the tip up and down my slit.
Then he does something surprising. He slaps my pussy with it.
Little slaps, over and over. It feels so damn good in a playful sort of way.
I’m about to giggle when every part of me goes tight as he slides his crown into my folds.
He moves slowly, gentle, just the tip, in and out drawing moans from me as I arch my back into him.
He’s teasing me. “Give it to me. All of it.”
“It’s coming, baby, it’s coming.”
He slides in and I feel the stretch of it. Damn he’s big. Maybe too big. I close my eyes, turning my head to the side. There’s a tiny burn to it, but God, it feels good.
“Almost there. Are you okay?”
Almost?
I gyrate my hips feeling his size trying to assess how much more I can take. “I’m good.” I think I am. I guess I’m about to find out.
His hips lower. There’s more, so much more. It’s a little uncomfortable at first, but when he starts pulling out, something feral takes over and I want all of it back in. “Keep going. Don’t stop,” I plead.
He presses in, all the way in, and it feels better this time.
When he pulls out, I want it back and he doesn’t make me wait.
His cock slides in, then out, then back in and each stroke feels better than the last. He starts slow, but after a while he picks up the pace.
I gyrate my hips, grinding into him. We’re in a rhythm, working together and the pleasure of it draws sounds from me that I didn’t know I could make.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced, the heat, the passion, the emotion of it.
As I claw my fingernails into his back and buck my hips into his thrusts I could almost cry.
This man is giving me everything I was so desperate for.
His eyes close as he moves faster, in and out, pistoning harder, his hips slamming into mine. It’s rough and greedy and primal as his groans grow louder while his balls slap against me with a rhythmic clapping sound.
“Dammit, woman, you feel so goddamn good.”
I put my hands on his chest as he thrusts his full length in and out eliciting deep moans from me.
I needed this so bad, to feel like everything is going to be okay.
No, better than okay. This man is strong and smart and powerful and he cares about me.
I’m not alone. I’m not on my own because I have him and that makes all the difference in the world to me.
He leans down and kisses me hard, his tongue searching my mouth and my hands come selfishly down to his butt. I can’t help it, feeling his thrusts makes me dig my fingernails into his ass cheeks probably harder than I should.
“Fuck,” he growls. “I can’t stop.”
He throbs inside me and I arch my hips into him as he thrusts hard.
“I’m going to,” I moan.
He groans as I feel his first spasm. He’s filling me with his come and my fingernails dig deeper as my body convulses with an orgasm bigger than the last one. How?
Our breathing steadies and I feel his muscles flexing as he gives one final push with a low groan. My pussy, everything deep in my vagina, is trembling with the pleasure of it and I bite back tears.
His cock throbs inside me one more time then he drops down, his weight on top of me with his face buried in my neck.
Before I can tell him he’s too heavy, he flips us over, with him on his back and me lying prone on top of him.
He’s still inside me with his arms wrapped around me now.
He’s hugging me. He’s holding me tight like he never wants to let me go. I hug him back… and start to cry.