Page 109 of The Other Guy

She doesn’t finish her sentence as she presses her hot center against my leg and basically humps me. I reach between us and find her wet and ready for me but she’s not in the mood to wait.

The roar that comes from her has to have started in her toes for how loud and deep it is. Echoing off the walls of my bedroom, I have a hard time not allowing my eyes to widen at the sound coming out of her tiny body.

When she comes back down, she’s breathing heavy and has a light sheen of sweat glistening off her forehead.

I am about to open my mouth to say… what, I have no idea, because I’ve never seen a woman have such a powerful orgasm before and I really just want to sit up and beat on my chest but I kind of think that’d be a dick move.

But I don’t have to worry about our next actions because Sierra, she’s on the move. And she knows what she wants.

And lucky for me?

What she wants is me.

And she has her sights set on what she was feeling straining to get close to her just minutes ago. With my back to the mattress and her body hovering over me, she plays, her face centimeters from my hardness as she allows her thumb to roll over the tip, her hand closing around me as she pumps up and down.

Seconds, minutes, not nearly enough time passes before her patience grows thin and she’s rising up on her knees after crawling up my body, allowing her breasts to drag against me.

“Condom?”

“Drawer. Nightstand.”

She reaches over and pulls out a string, raising an eyebrow as she lets it dangle above me. I grin shamelessly and rip one off the end. She takes it from me and opens it up, slowly removes it from the foil, tosses the wrapping on the floor, and slides it over me.

She’s about to climb on, but I can’t stop myself from taking over. I position myself between her legs after rolling us over and rub my tip against her center. She moans. I drop my forehead to the crook of her neck. She whispers my name and scratches her nails up and down my back. I use every ounce of willpower I have not to plunge hard and fast and deep.

“I can’t wait any longer,” she says.

“You’re sure?”

“Stop asking me that,” she snaps.

“Got it,” I tell her and without warning, I do what I was struggling not to do earlier. I press forward and drive in fast. Root to tip, I’m all the way inside her and connected in the most intimate way two people can connect. Our eyes lock and her legs quiver before she wraps them tightly around my waist. I hold the back of one knee and start to move. A steady pace, not too fast but not too slowly either.

I bend low, my back arching as I kiss her cheek and jaw, panting next to her ear then snaking my tongue out to taste her neck.

Sierra’s fingers flex against my back muscles and I let out a growl when I feel her walls squeeze against me.

I push up on my hands so I can look down at her as our bodies move together. Her hips thrust up as I press in harder, grunting and moaning. My name on her lips. Her name on mine.

“Can you come again?” I ask her and she nods frantically.

“If we just…” She slides one hand over my shoulder, down my bicep, down my forearm, over her breasts, and up into her mouth where she slips her finger inside, swirling her tongue around it. I almost come right then, my eyes laser focused on the actions of the seductress that’s currently laid out before me. Finger wet, she travels down her belly until she presses against herself, rubbing in circles. The entire time, her eyes are glued to mine and when I look back at her, it’s all either of us can handle.

“Oh, shit,” she cries out and clamps down around me as I thrust in and out quickly. I allow the tip to slip almost all the way out before slamming back inside her and she cries out my name, arching her back. “I’m there, Jack. I’m there again.”

“Yeah,” I grunt and don’t stop moving. Not for a single second. Couldn’t stop or slow down even if I wanted to.

“You with me?” she asks, her words coming out choppy and breathless.

“I’m with you,” I tell her and then no more words need to be spoken because we’re coming together and it’s intense and glorious and everything I knew it would be and more.

I reluctantly pull out and roll over next to her as we both suck in our breath, our hands over each other’s sides to keep contact with one another but not having the energy to do anything more than that.

“So that was something…” Sierra says in awe.

“Sure was.”

“I think we’re going to need regular repeats of this.”

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