“Harder.” I close my eyes and let him close the distance between us. No more than a second later and I feel the tip of his cock pressed tight against me...but not on my pussy. He takes his time as eases himself in but, once his long inches are buried deep inside, he goes back to that furious thrusting of his.
Time seems to dilate and contract. He fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before—only Peter rivals him—and when the pressure starts rising inside me…
It happens fast.
One moment I’m moaning, the other I’m screaming, my voice exploding in the air violently enough to shatter my glass. A wave of ecstasy crashes against me, rippling over my body, and only then do I feel Darian’s cock throbbing, spilling his seed in my ass with each beat.
Minutes later, when we’re both trying to catch our breath, I find myself saying the unthinkable.
“Write down my address,” I tell him, “and pay me a visit later.”
As I watch him type my address on his phone, his cock still half-hard between his legs, I feel my heart tighten inside my chest. I’ve only fucked Peter—and now Darian—so that I could get close to them, but if that’s the case…
Then why do I feel so over the moon?