I shook my head. What the hell was this woman doing to me?
In response, she stuck her middle finger in her mouth and pulled it out only to draw a happy trail down between her breasts and directly to her clit. She circled it as her eyes went all glassy and she licked her pouty lips. I moved so fast, pinning her to the wall, she was shocked she found herself there.
“Don’t play games with me,” I all but growled.
“Then stop playing with me and put your cock to good use.”
My lips twitched, but I managed to hold back a grin before spinning her around and leaving her off balance. She had no choice but to bend and grab the mattress. Before she could crawl on, I held her back, giving her a silent message to stay where she was.
With her ass high in the air, I pulled a condom from my pocket. Tearing the wrapper with my teeth, I released my dick, then I rolled it on.
Before I plunged deep, I said, “I don’t do soft or sweet.”TenLizzyAfter months of dickless sex, being filled almost felt like a new experience. I sucked in air, processing all the sensations flooding my body as he held still deep inside me. My white-knuckle grip on the edge of the mattress only tightened when he relentlessly moved. Each punishing stroke was filled with pleasure and a hint of pain. But the man knew exactly what to do, as if he knew my body better than I did.
His right hand smoothly slid from my hip until his fingers made contact with my swollen clit. I let out a gasp. With his expert pressure, any hint of pain was forgotten as my pleasure rose to new heights. I was no screamer, but even I couldn’t remain silent under the onslaught of his ministrations.
“Yes,” I cried, unable to hold back when his other hand found my nipple and squeezed the tightened bud. I dropped my head as I crested the first wave.
“Fuck,” he said as my inner walls spasmed around him.
If I’d thought he was done, I was wrong. A second later, I was flipped over onto my back, pulled to the edge of the mattress, hips hoisted in the air, before he was balls deep inside me again. From that angle, I got a view of his gorgeous face. The man was beautiful and didn’t shy from holding my gaze with his unreadable one.
The sounds of sex filled the room, drawing my attention to where we were joined as lovers. I got a glimpse of his thick cock when he pulled back before plunging forward again. As he hit bottom, there was still more of his dick that wasn’t inside me.
When I tried to sit up, his hand skimmed up my body, over my taut nipples, and caught my neck. He shoved me down, but not hard, and didn’t let go. The squeeze was gentle, but it did something completely unexpected—I felt myself rising to another feverish peak.
“You like that,” he said.
I was dizzy, almost floating on the pleasure, and unable to find my breath. “Hmm, hm.”
As if he knew, he released me, and I came harder than I ever had before. Boneless, I lay there, limp as a noodle, before he flipped me back over. My hips were lifted as he thrust again. With my head buried in the mattress, I moaned as he continued his beautiful assault.
He caught a handful of my hair and pulled back so he could lean over and whisper in my ear, “Have you had enough?”
The simple answer would be yes. I’d come enough times to be spent. But as far as I knew, he had yet to.
“How many times can you make me come?” I asked, managing a smirk and squeezing my inner walls as I did.
Suddenly, he lost his rhythm, slamming home as he exploded inside me with a roar. There was power in that. I’d made him come.
But he didn’t give up like I thought. He pulled out, dragged my ass to the edge of the bed, and ate me out as though there was no tomorrow.
When I woke late the next afternoon—more like early evening—there was a throbbing ache between my legs. He had to have crushed the world’s record of the number of times and ways he’d made me come. I wasn’t sure it would be possible for me to come again.
After stretching out my arm, I sat up in bed so fast, my head spun—I’d noticed for the first time, I was alone. “What a dick!”
My words echoed through the room, but there was no one but me to hear them. As I got out of bed, I heard the door open.
A Greek god walked through the door. “I see you’re finally up.”
Mentally, I apologized for cursing him before I focused on the welcome smell of coffee. For my ego’s sake, I tried my best not to limp over. His eyes dropped and a small smile curled the smug bastard’s lips as he extended the drink in my direction. I took it and eyed the bag he held.