Chapter 29
Honestly, one cock was much the same as another. Out of context, a cock is one of the strangest things you’d encounter and unless you were floating on a high of endorphins, they were the least attractive parts of the male body.
So I would like to know why the second George slid his black briefs off and the outline of his length came into full view, my mouth watered and I fell to my knees like I was dying of thirst. He’d just given me two orgasms, put his mouth on the place I’d been aching for him for months and my body still felt coiled tighter than a spring.
I was scrambling off the bed, needing to give him the kind of pleasure he’d just given me before my mind could catch up.
The moment I wrapped my lips around the tip of his dick, his hand darted out to the back of my head.
I worried for a moment he’d pull me off, so I slid him deeper, relaxing my throat.
That’s when I was rewarded with the sexiest sound I’d ever heard.
A deep, throaty roar as I ran my tongue up and down his impressive length, tasting the salty tang of his pre-cum.
‘You don’t have to do that, gorgeous.’ His palms rested on either side of my head. Not controlling my movements, more like he was using it to ground himself.
I popped off his dick, tilting my head back to look up at him. Fuck, he was hot. His eyes half-lidded and gazing down at me like I was a vision. On my knees in front of him, dick in my mouth, and he gazed at me like I was something precious, something beautiful.
Giving head wasn’t something I minded, but it wasn’t on my top list of sexual acts that got me going. Right now, I was going to have to review that list because the urge to slip my hands into my pants and rub myself as I tortured him with my tongue was almost too much to bear.
My left hand slipped past my belly button and I slid my fingers against my core.
Apparently, my movements were less than subtle.
George reached down to grab his wallet, slipping out a foil packet and slipping on the condom.
Before I had the chance to blink, he hoisted me high in the air.
In a move so quick it made my head spin, I was flat on my back, George nestled in the spread of my legs.
His enormous body hovering over mine. All rational thought sprinted away.
I wanted this man like I’d never wanted anyone before.
His dominant position above me had my lungs panting to draw in a deep breath.
‘The next time you come, I’m gonna be buried deep within this cunt.’
My fingernails dug into his shoulders. George’s eyes fluttered closed as he let out a long moan, dipping down to brush our lips together.
‘Inside… need you inside me,’ I whispered, splaying my hands on his bare behind and using my comparatively weak muscles to pull him closer.
My hips bucked up to meet his waiting cock, but George halted. He stopped his trail of kisses and cupped my cheek, forcing our eyes to connect.
‘Look at me,’ he commanded.
Without sparing a thought to how quickly I complied with that request, I let myself sink into those eyes. So dark they almost appeared black.
A few beats passed where there was nothing but us two, falling into the void of something that felt out of our control.
Then he thrust. One fluid motion that lodged him all the way to the root.
I felt my inner walls stretch to accommodate him.
My hands flew to his shoulders, needing to find purchase.
I let out a gasp as I briefly worried he wouldn’t fit.
But I was wetter than I’d ever been in my life, so the faint flicker of pain quickly morphed into pleasure.
George didn’t hesitate. His thrusts were punishing in the most wonderful way.
‘Goddamn I knew it would be good,’ he panted, resting his forehead on mine, not stopping to even catch his breath. ‘But fuck, Rosie, I had no idea.’
He let out a pained choke that matched the splintering in my chest. I reached up and threaded my fingers into his hair.
‘I know,’ I breathed, taking every thrust of his hips, and feeling the tingling sensation creep up the base of my spine.
I held my breath, wanting this to last. Sex was the one aspect of life that made sense to me.
I knew the moves and rhythms like scenes of a play, and I played my part well.
But when the curtain dropped and the euphoric high dissipated, I was ready for the night to end.
The harder George rolled his hips, the more I realised I never wanted this to end. Ever.
Unbidden tears prickled behind my eyelids.
‘Tell me you feel this, sweetheart,’ came George’s strained voice. ‘Tell me this isn’t just in my head, making me feel like a fucking crazy person for wanting you this bad.’ He nipped at my mouth. ‘Tell me.’
I shook my head in a mess of nods, the notch in my chest twisting the longer he stared at me. I was beyond lies at this point. ‘It’s not just you.’
The muscles of my pussy contracted, earning me a near feral grunt.
‘Thank fuck.’ He exhaled a weighty breath.
Suddenly, he slipped from my body and before I had the chance to whine about the loss, he flipped me onto my stomach, lifting my hips and kneeling behind me.
Calloused hands ran up and down the slope of my back, as if he was mapping every indent and mark, cataloguing them to keep.
God, this was my favourite position. Air trapped in my lungs as I waited for the first thrust that had the potential to send me straight into another climax.
His heavy breathing sounded. I arched my back as one hand reached up to tangle in the strands of my hair. Sweat slicked to the back of my neck.
‘So beautiful.’ Those words held such reverence. Two fingers probed at my entrance, slipping in my arousal, spreading it around, swirling my clit in agonisingly soft touches. As good as that felt, it wasn’t what I wanted.
I wiggled my butt in the air, seeking his dick, letting out a growl of frustration when he just let out a dark chuckle, sending a shiver of awareness snaking down my spine.
My lips parted, ready to toss out a snappy retort when he pulled his fingers out, grabbed my thighs and, with more force than anyone had ever used, slammed back into my cunt.
The hand on the back of my neck pushed down at the same time as his thrust, and the scream that tore from my throat at the sudden and blissful intrusion was muffled by the duvet.
He was savage with his thrusts. All our moans and grunts of pleasure bounced off the walls of the room, creating a symphony of what I would play back in my head as the best sex of my life.
‘Need you to come with me. I need to feel you around me.’ His breath came out in short pants. ‘Can you do that?’
The hand on the back of my neck released, and I took deep lungfuls of air that were quickly snatched away as he rolled his hips, finding that perfect spot that had black spots dancing in my vision.
‘Fuck, George—’ My fingers clawed into the sheets, desperate to grasp hold of anything that would keep me grounded; keep me holding on to the thin tether of sanity that threatened to snap with this man.
His rhythm slowed as a muscular arm slid underneath my stomach, pulling me upright.
I flopped back against his chest, winding my arm around his neck and letting my head tilt back on his shoulder.
My back plastered to his chest, one hand reached up, pinching my right nipple tightly between two fingers as his other dipped down to my clit.
Once again, George obliterated my expectations, multi-tasking like I’d never seen a man do before. He played with my clit and nipple, keeping his cock pushing into me at a steady pace.
His lips found my cheek, and he swiped his tongue over the skin. I turned my head fully, giving him access to my mouth. Which he took with greedy moans of pleasure. ‘You feel me, you feel what I’ve been hiding from you for months? Since we first fucking met?’
Slap.
A gasp parted my lips as a shot of sudden pain flared in my pussy. His hand reared back and placed another sharp smack in the same spot. A pornographic moan tumbled from my mouth into his.
Slap.
‘I-I’m gonna—’ I could barely catch my breath.
Finesse went out the window. His cock pounded into me and the cries tearing from my throat only seemed to spur him on.
‘With.’ Thrust. ‘Me.’ Thrust.
The edge of that sparkling cliff was within my reach and I knew what would send me over the edge. Digging my nails into his skull, I whispered against his open mouth. ‘Again.’
He pulled back to look me in the eye, and that cocky smile spread over his lips right before another slap echoed around the room.
Burning heat shot through my clit, bowing my back, combined with the tight hold he had around my waist, my mind splintered.
An orgasm bigger and more violent than I’d ever experienced ravaged through my body.
His cock swelled inside me.
‘Rosie—’ his voice cut off on a tortured moan as his own release barreled through him.
We fell into a heap on the bed. Still inside me, he rolled us so we were spooning. Strangely, I didn't hate it.
‘Okay.’ I placed a hand on my chest, my heart beating wildly against my ribs. ‘We’re gonna be doing that again.’
‘Yes, we fucking are.’ His mouth sought mine for a thorough kiss.