Page 61 of Give Me Strength

In this moment, I think I’m likely to agree to anything so long as he keeps moving. Which he does. He drops his head to my shoulder and speeds up his thrusts. I lock my ankles behind him, and he waits until I start to thrust back before his steadily become more aggressive. The heat of being stretched by him morphs quickly into a bite of pleasure that makes my pussy even more slick.

How is he so good at this?

It’s not long before the pressure is back, and the urge to chase after the utopia barrels down on me.

“Better,” he rasps as he moves, hitting that tender spot inside me that makes sparks flash inside my head and every sensitive part of my body throb. “So. Much. Better.”

“Better than what?”

“Everything.” His teeth graze over my skin again, and then he sucks down on another section of my neck, before swirling his tongue over the sensitized flesh. “You’re better than everything.”

And I’m going to be covered in hickeys tomorrow. Which is fine by me, because his back is going to be covered in scratches. Fair is fair, right?

He reaches his hand between us, finding my clit easily. He flicks it firmly before softly rubbing it in circles as his cock pounds into me again and again. I can barely remember to breathe, but he’s focused on many things at once. His breaths become more labored and I can tell that he’s struggling with not unleashing his seed inside of me.

Part of me wants to tell him to go for it. To come inside of me.

Apparently, when it comes to him, to this, I have a reckless side. More than anything, I want to watch Gilbert’s cum stream out of my no-longer virgin pussy.

“I change my mind. I want you to come in me.”

His movements slow to a tortuously languorous pace, infusing my body with bliss, holding me right on the edge without letting me tip over. The orgasm is so close I can taste it.

“Gilbert.” A needy whimper slips past my lips. “Please.”

“Take it back.”

“No.”

Against my neck, he chuckles.

Next thing I know, one little pinch of my clit sends me reeling over the edge for the… third time? I’m barely out of the cloud before he brings my knees to my chest, my ankles draped over his shoulders. With a grip that teeters on punishing, his palms dig into my butt cheeks as he pumps harder and harder into me, chanting my name like a prayer as he chases down his own release. I come a fourth time and he fucks me through it, thrusting again and again. Just when I think he’s actually going to do it, he pulls back and his cock slides out of me, slick with my juices. I watch, eyes wide, heart racing, as he pumps his cock, releasing thick, hot ropes of cum onto my stomach.

His chest heaves as he falls forward, bracing himself with his arm on the bed. “You still okay?”

My brain is thoroughly scrambled to say anything, so I nod.

He leans in and kisses me, softly, throughly. His other hand moves to my stomach, rubbing his semen into my skin. Marking me.

“Someday I’ll come inside you,” he whispers into the kiss. “After you go on the pill and we use up all the condoms in the world.”

Only one of those things will happen, and I can be pretty persuasive when I want to be.

“I’ll be back.” He pushes off me and gets off the bed, and disappears into the bathroom.

I stare at him, of course. At his decadent, tight ass as he saunters away. His cum, sticky and hot, rolls across my stomach. When he returns with two towels in hand, he sits beside me on the bed and carefully wipes away his seed with the soft, warm towel. Then he nudges my thighs apart, refolds the towel before pressing the cool cloth to my still warm, throbbing pussy. The sensation is unpleasant, and I wince.

Leaning in, he presses a kiss to my lips. “Give it a second.”

I do. Try to, anyway. It doesn’t help much.

“How’s that?” he checks in with me. “Better?”

I nod, shake my head, then nod again.

His brow furrows slightly and he stands again, taking both towels with him to the bathroom. It takes longer for him to emerge again, and he’s still completely nude when he does. His cock, thick and heavy, hangs against his thigh. I’m watching him. He tilts his head, his dark eyes roam over me, still lying on the bed. I curl a finger at him, in a come hither manner. He crosses the room, his cock slowly rising again as he walks towards me.

Instead of joining me in bed, he leans down and kisses my nose gently. His hand trails down my stomach, fingertips grazing over my tattoo before continuing on their path of exploration to between my legs. He runs two fingers through my slit, and a content sigh escapes my lips.

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