Page 53 of Sweeter Than Fiction

“No, I want this. I want you.”

That’s all he needs to hear.

Slowly, he pushes in, his thick head stretching me. Leaning forward, he presses his lips into mine. I wrap my arms around his neck as he deepens the kiss. I’m so busy getting lost in it that I don’t even pay attention to how much he has to stretch me to completely fit. Before I know it, he’s buried inside.

Giving me time to get used to it, he doesn’t move for a few moments. But I want all that he can give.

I lift my hips, encouraging him to start moving. He gets the message because he begins sliding in and out at a steady pace.

“Holy shit, Abby,” Don whispers. “You feel so fucking good.”

Unable to find my words, I give a loud moan in response.

For me, sex has always been something that’s been awkward and uncomfortable more than anything else. My mind works overtime, and I can’t seem to get out of my own head.

But in this moment, it’s perfect. All I can think about is how amazing Don feels. If this is his vanilla, I can only imagine how great the other stuff would be. I see why all of these women had such a great time with him.

His lips leave mine and trail kisses down my neck and onto my chest.

“Tell me what you want, beautiful. Do you want more?”

I’m not sure exactly what he means, but I already know my answer.

“Yes.”

I want it all.

Chapter Twenty-one

Don

When I asked Abby out on a date, I didn’t think we’d end the night with me buried balls deep inside her.

I wanted that, but I wasn’t going to pressure her into anything.

Since I’ve been in New York, I’ve slept with a lot of women. I’ve done crazy things with those women. It’s been fun, but none of them hold a candle to this moment right here.

Feeling her body pressed up against mine.

Hearing the way she moans my name.

Seeing the sexy faces she makes.

It’s all perfect.

With Abby, there’s no putting on a show. The experience is entirely genuine.

Watching her come on my fingers may have been the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. From here on out, I want to make her come in every way imaginable. If she’ll let me, I’ll make her feel pleasure in ways she never has before.

When I ask her if she wants more, she gives a breathy, “Yes.”

Leaning back on my knees, I grab a pillow and shove it underneath her ass to give me better leverage.

Then, I angle her legs on my shoulders as I slide into her once again.

As I move, she moans, “Oh my god!”

My eyes rake over her body. I try to take in every inch of this image and burn it into my brain. I never want to forget how she looks right now.

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