Page 61 of Living Hell

All the men I had been with got straight to work. They rolled on the condom and plowed right inside, but Tyler did none of that. It’s as if he was savoring every second. I had to admit it made everything he did to my body feel incredible.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Tyler said with a groan in my ear.

“Ditto.”

He lifted his head with a half-smile. “Ditto?”

There was no pause in the action as he questioned me. If anything, he was doing things with his hips that I didn’t think were possible since he was only using his elbow to lift himself. This required Olympic-style athleticism and we were only in the missionary position. My fingers tickled his abs and realized how he was pulling this off without breaking a sweat.

The man had abs so tight I was afraid he’d cut himself in two with them.

“How . . . how can you . . . words . . . ?” The butt plug wasn’t even on and I was on the fast track to orgasm city. His free hand slid down my chest as he stared at me like a curious scientist and toyed with my nipple.

It was evil what he was doing to me—evil and glorious.

“Because I take care of my body. And now, I can take care of yours, too.”

That almost made me come.

He turned on the plug and everything went hazy. My body responded by trying to meet his halfway in the air. I wanted to roll him over and ride Tyler to oblivion.

“Christ, you weren’t joking. This is incredible,” he said as his forehead fell to my chest.

I watched as he lifted his head, sweat finally appearing in a fine line across his brow. He looked like a god lost in greatness as his eyes grew hazy. I knew that all the sex I had before him was pathetic compared to how he worked me. The man knew how to use his body for maximum satisfaction. And this lady was grade-A satisfied.

I scratched my nails up his back like a wild animal because that’s how he made me feel. Tyler trapped me under him, using my body, and I loved every second of it. When his fingers curled into my hair and pulled, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came.

This wasn’t some erotic display of beautiful bodies connected. We were like rutting animals unable to get enough of each other. I was slick from sweat, refusing to let go of the man who defiled my body in the best way.

He groaned as he slammed into me and I heard the sticky slap of our bodies as I came to meet him.

I was close but needed one more push to be over the edge. I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand onto my breast. My nipples were like second clits—but they weren’t delicate flowers, either. I liked it rough and considered adding nipple clamps to my action team.

As if Tyler could read my mind, he twisted and pinched my nipple at the same time he pulled my hair.

“Tyler,” I said with a moan as my climax hit hard.

I had no idea what he was doing to me because I was lost in the darkness of orgasmic bliss. He could be training monkeys to do the can-can and I would have no idea. But whatever Tyler did caused my climax to keep coming.

I thought when we had sex in our old spot on the edge of town it was good, but this was mind-blowing. No, that’s not right. It was pussy-blowing. I was afraid my vagina would be useless after this—a tattered former shell of its old self.

Tyler called my name, and I felt him still inside me. He must be coming, too. Would this be our lives now? Stuck together for all eternity in orgasmic bliss.

As much as I liked that idea, I think I would get hungry from time to time, and then there was sleep. Can a person sleep while climaxing?

It took a while but eventually, the orgasm faded. I opened my eyes to find Tyler’s body heaped on top of mine—with his magic cock still inside me—as he dotted kisses up and down my neck.

“You feel so good,” I said and realized he must have turned off the butt plug because my ass wasn’t vibrating anymore.

Huh.I never liked the after-sex part before. My mind would count down the minutes until the guy got off me and went to put his clothes back on. If he was good in bed, I’d offer him some coffee, but nothing that let the guy believe that he was allowed to stay overnight.

But the heaviness of Tyler’s body, the heat, and the tiny spasms from his cock inside me was giving me warm, gooey emotions I wasn’t used to.

“I love your earlobe.” Tyler gave one a nibble to prove his point. Electric sparks shimmied down my neck, causing me to giggle.

Was I turning into the love-sick idiot I always despised? I couldn’t. It was one really incredible moment of sex. Something to look back on and sigh in pleasure. Use it as spank-bank material but nothing more.

“I love your cock. That thing should come with a warning sign.”