Page 63 of Sweeter Than Fiction

As I say the words, his fingers slip inside me, teasing me just enough to have the pressure inside me build. When he pulls them out, I let out a moan of disappointment.

“Don’t worry, beautiful. We are just getting started,” he assures me as he stands up to take his clothes off.

A few seconds later, he’s naked and already got the condom on. The man wastes no time, and I am here for it.

When he joins me back on the bed, he says, “Remember, if anything gets to be too much, tell me.”

“I will.”

Starting at my stomach, he starts kissing up my body, leaving little nibbles along the way. He pushes my arms above my head, holding them there while he takes each of my nipples into his mouth and drives me wild. I about lose my mind when I feel him push into me.

My back arches in an attempt to get even closer to him. I need more. The fact that I can’t use my hands right now is making me crazy.

“Holy shit, Don,” I moan.

Just when I start to get lost in the pleasure, he stops.

“Roll over,” he commands. “On your knees with your ass up in the air.”

If he gets this take-charge just from part of a romance book and a few dirty texts, I make a mental note to do it more often. Because let me tell you—reading about guys like this isn’t nearly as hot as actually experiencing it.

I quickly flip over onto my stomach and bring my knees up so my butt is sticking up in the air. This can’t be attractive, right? I mean, he can see my butthole. Doesn’t seem like it would be a very good view.

But I’m proven wrong once again because I feel Don behind me, running his hand over each of my ass cheeks while saying, “You are so fucking sexy.”

I don’t have time to worry about it any further because I feel the head of his cock lined up against me once more. I’ve done doggy with a couple of guys before but never with someone as big as Don. Instinctively, I start to tense up,

But Don slows down for a moment, saying, “Breathe, beautiful. I’ve got you.”

He takes his time moving inside me, not giving me more than I can handle. This angle seems to make everything even more intense, and even the slightest move has me seeing stars.

The next minute or two are spent getting me used to it and then beginning to move a little faster. When he’s sure I can handle it, his fingers grip my hips, and he starts to really fuck me.

Holy shit.

Every time his hips crash into my ass, waves of pleasure ripple through my entire body. The angle ensures that every time he’s hitting that perfect spot.

I cry out, moaning things that I’m not sure are even coherent at this point. I probably sound like I’m in pain or something.

But right now, I don’t give a shit what I sound like. This feels too good to even think about anything else.

I feel myself getting closer, but my clit begs for attention. Usually, I need some sort of clit stimulation to actually cross the finish line.

As if Don is a fucking mind reader, he slows down and says, “Lean back.”

With a little assistance, I see what he’s talking about. I lean back on my knees with my back pressed against his chest. With him still buried inside me, he brings his hands around me—one of them reaches down to give my clit the attention it craves, and the other holds my neck. He doesn’t apply pressure or squeeze in any way. But somehow, there is something hot as hell about just having it there.

He keeps fucking me, slow and steady, while his fingers push me closer to an orgasm with every passing moment.

How is this my life?

A month ago, I was just imagining the things I read about while using my vibrator. Now, the hottest man I’ve ever seen is doing them to me.

I feel like I won the sexual lottery.

Although I feel the pressure inside me building, my actual orgasm seems to hit me out of nowhere. My pussy pulses as my entire body quivers and then turns into jelly.

“Good girl. Let me hear it, beautiful,” he whispers into my ear, sending me even further into my ecstasy.

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