He was nearly out of her body, his cockhead poised right the entrance of her pussy, and then he slammed into her so much harder than before. Toby curled his fingers into her belly, and shoved back into her hard again.
“Oh, God.” She closed her eyes as a ripple of pleasure passed through her. He did it again and again, keeping a bruising grip on her as he pounded into her already deliciously sore pussy.
She was so close to getting off again, but before she could take matters into her own hands and touch herself Toby was reaching lower until he could rub her clit with his finger.
He had the swollen bundle of tissue between his finger and thumb, and pinched hard enough that her eyes watered and her orgasm crashed into her. The fact she could feel his piercing pressing against hidden nerves had her pleasure peaking to a volcanic level, and she bit her lip to hold off from screaming out for more.
The tangy, metallic flavor of blood filled her mouth as she punctured her lip with her teeth. What Toby was doing to her at this moment couldn’t be called anything but fucking her raw.
Her breasts shook from the force of his thrusts, and the sound of their damp skin slapping together filled her ears.
He grunted and growled behind her like some kind of feral animal. With one ear-splitting groan and then grunt he buried the full length of his shaft inside of her and came.
When his body was no longer taut he covered her back with his chest, his warm, humid breath coasting along her nape, and his sweat slicked skin pressing to hers.
They fell to the side at the same time, and Toby immediately curled his arms around her and brought her back to his solid chest. She was too drunk from the alcohol still, and now too high from the euphoria moving through her, so all she wanted to do was sleep.
But before she let the darkness take her away she felt his shaft softening inside of her, and the warm fluid of his cum slipping from her pussy.
And then she realized she had made a huge error in judgment, because she had just let Toby fuck her without any protection, and his cum was currently making a wet spot on the bed beneath her.
10
The sound of someone inhaling close to her ear had Shoshanna slowly opening her eyes. The sun was bright, shone right through the open window, and she groaned softly.
Her head pounded horribly, a stale taste filled her mouth, and she had a heavy weight covering her side.
What in the hell.
It took her only a moment to realize where she was, and what had happened last night. Pushing herself up caused another groan to spill from her lips, but it also had her stomach roiling with distaste. God, she had been so drunk.
“It’s too early for you to be getting up.” The deep voice from right behind her had Shoshanna looking over her shoulder to stare at Toby.
His short dark hair was mussed around his head, his eyes were closed, and his naked chest was on full display. The sheet was bunched around his waist, the bulge at his crotch impressive, and the fact he was hard turned her on instantly.
She turned her gaze away from the massive erection he sported and looked down at her chest. Damn, her entire upper body was visible because of the sheet around her hips, and on top of that the natural light of the sun poured in. That kind of light was not good for a woman.
God.
She grabbed the blanket that had fallen on the ground and tried to wrap herself up as best as she could. She might be more confident than she was back in high school, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t self-conscious of a man seeing her naked.
And not just any man, but the second guy she had slept with, and Toby-freaking-Mason.
“A little late for you to be hiding that sweet fucking body, baby,” he said with his eyes still closed. When he rolled onto his back and placed an arm over his face, she took in the sight of his six-pack, of his defined pecs and bulging biceps, and could have just leaned down and licked every inch of him.
Yeah, Shoshanna remembered everything, because no matter how much she’d drunk last night, it didn’t erase the memories of Toby using her body like he owned it. And damn had he owned it, every freaking part of it. She was sore between her thighs, and a pleasant discomfort and twinge when she moved said that she’d been fucked good and hard by someone that knew what they were doing.
The stickiness between her legs didn’t go unnoticed, but the pounding in her skull and the nauseous feeling in her abdomen took the front seat right away.