Page 65 of Last Light

I shiver and do as he says, naked and vulnerable with my ass exposed this way. I look at him over my shoulder. He’s moving into position.

He sees me watching and pauses. “Just tell me if you don’t like it.”

“I’ll let you know.”

His mouth quirks up. “Bet youwilllike it.”

“Don’t be smug.”

He chuckles. Not his normal snort but a real laugh. And he keeps smiling as he pulls my ass cheeks apart and feels his way down to my entrance with his fingers.

He takes his erection and moves it into place.

Then he’s pushing inside me, and it’s just as full and tight and hard as yesterday.

Only more so in this position.

I make a silly whining sound and grip the sleeping bag beneath us desperately.

He eases out and then back in a couple of times until he’s fully in place. Both of us pant loudly as we hold the position.

“How is it?” he rasps at last.

“G-good. Real good. You feel really...”

“What?”

“Big.”

“Yeah?” Once again, I hear that note of surprised pleasure in his tone.

I huff with strained amusement. “You like it when I say that, don’t you?”

“Course I do. How big do you think I am?”

“Very big.” I wiggle my butt, making both of us moan. “Very, very big.” Then I add in a different tone. “Just like your ego.”

He bites back a sharp burst of laughter, and the effort evidently makes his hips rock. He grunts as he bumps a few times against my bottom, and I whimper at the resulting sensations.

That seems to snap his control. He starts moving, pumping his hips and slapping his groin against my ass.

It feels so good—so different from yesterday—that I can’t control my mouth. I blubber out all kinds of embarrassing sounds as the sensations build and deepen.

He doesn’t seem to have as much restraint as yesterday. His rhythm is already fast and hard.

But I like it.

I like it a lot.

My elbows buckle, and my upper body falls down, burying my face in the sleeping bag before I turn my head. Travis shifts position, leaning forward, bracing himself above me with one hand, taking my messy braids in his other hand and holding them as he fucks me.

The bed is squeaking and whining from our vigorous motion. I’m briefly afraid it might break.

My clit throbs as my climax keeps rising, but there’s no way I can reach it in this position.

The pleasure is aching, almost torturous. I’m dripping with sweat. My breasts swing and jiggle as Travis thrusts.

I sob against the sleeping bag until my orgasm finally breaks.

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