Page 52 of Sweeter Than Fiction

“Yes,” I moan.

“Good girl.”

Oh, my lord. This man is going to kill me with how hot he is.

He hasn’t even taken off a single article of clothing yet, and I’m practically panting like a dog in heat.

A second finger joins the first, and I can’t believe how good it feels. I don’t think it can get much better…until he adds his thumb to the mix to start rubbing my clit.

I feel the pressure inside me building as my hands fist in the sheets. My moans grow in volume, and I worry that I’m being too loud. Instantly, I try to stifle myself.

But Don is having none of it.

“Hey, don’t do that,” he tells me. “I want to hear it. All of it.”

When his mouth starts giving attention to my nipples again, I couldn’t be quiet even if I tried. I cry out as the orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave. My back arches off the bed as I struggle to sit still.

Don rubs me all thew ay through and slowly calms me down.

He whispers, “You are so fucking sexy when you come.”

Out of breath, I say, “Don?”

“Yeah, beautiful?”

“I’m going to need you to take off your clothes.”

“If you’re not ready—”

“Don, take off your clothes.” My fingers start pulling his shirt over his head, wanting him to get the picture that I really do want this.

When I get it off, my eyes are immediately drawn to his broad chest and hard stomach. He doesn’t have a six-pack, but the man is solid. He’s got a decent amount of chest hair that narrows into a single trail that travels down his stomach, disappearing below his belt.

I can see the outline of his hard cock straining through his jeans.

Wow.

I’m tempted to lean forward and touch it, but right now, I need him to take his pants off.

Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait long. He stands up and undoes his belt and zipper. As he pulls his jeans down, his cock springs free. And…

Oh.

My.

God.

Look, I’m not saying it’s some crazy size that you’d only see in porn. It’s nothing extreme, but it’s the biggest I’ve been with by far. And it’s thick—as wide at the base as it is the head.

What’s going to happen if he tries to shove that thing down my throat?

Before joining me, he reaches back into his pants to find his wallet. He quickly pulls out a condom and rolls it on.

You have to love a man who’s prepared.

He climbs between my legs, lightly rubbing the head of his cock along my slit.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks. “Say the word, and it goes no further.”

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