Page 71 of His Temptation
This pace continues for a while, both of us reveling in the feeling of his thick cock sliding in and then hitting that perfect spot inside of me. Then he picks up the pace, thrusting in and out with such force that my body keeps getting shoved harder and harder against the window.
“Ohhh gosh,” I scream at the sensations he’s evoking within me.
“You think this is it, don’t you?” he growls as he keeps his thrusts hard and punishing. “I haven’t even begun to fuck you properly.”
“Don’t hold back,” I beg. “Please. I want all of you.”
I also don’t think I have much longer before I explode into a million pieces. Then it happens; he gives me everything. His hips move at a speed I wouldn’t have thought possible, and he thrusts into me as hard as he can. I hold on to him for dear life while he fucks me in a way that I’m sure I’ll never be fucked like this again.
I don’t have time to recover between thrusts. He starts to curse against my neck as his body tenses.
“I’m going to come so hard inside of you,” he chokes.
“Yes!” I cry. “I’m coming too!”
My pussy starts to contract, limited by the thick cock throbbing inside of it, and he joins me in our free fall. His rough groans are loud and intense, like he can’t hold back his own reaction to his release. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. So much hotter than the descriptions in books when a man loses control.
His breathing is labored as his head falls down onto my shoulder. I run my hands down his back and up into his hair as he struggles to regain control of his breathing. His hands hold on to my hips as I unwrap my legs and try to stand on my own, his dick slipping out of me in the process.
I look down at my leg and see his cum dripping down my inner thigh.
“Oops.” I giggle, slightly embarrassed. “I guess it’s a little messier without a condom.”
I look up at him, and his eyes are transfixed on my thigh.
“Look at that,” he mutters almost to himself. His eyes move to mine, dark and intent. “You wear me so well.”
We step under the spray of the shower, and he kisses me. A kiss that feels like it’s speaking a thousand words that have been hanging in the air around us.
After we’re done cleaning up, we step out of the shower. With my towel wrapped around me, I walk into his bedroom to find my pajamas in my bag.
“Do you need something to wear?” he asks.
I turn around, my heart fluttering at the sight of him leaning against the doorframe with his towel hanging low on his hips. I’m too busy getting lost in his physique to answer.
He chuckles to himself as he walks over to his dresser and pulls out some sweatpants and a T-shirt.
“Here,” he says as he tosses them my way.
“Oh,” I reply as I catch them. “Um, thanks.”
I feel bad, not telling him I already packed something to wear. I also kind of love the idea of wearing his clothes. I slip on a clean pair of panties, then let the towel drop. I realize there’s no point in putting on the pants when his shirt alone drowns me. I place his pants on top of his dresser and decide to wear just his shirt.
It’s navy blue with white writing that saysColumbia Universityon it. I didn’t know that he went to school here in the city. When I was sixteen, before my parents went missing, I considered Columbia as an option for college. I haven’t thought about that in years.
I run a comb through my hair and apply my deodorant before I meet him back in his kitchen. When I walk in, he’s pulling something out of the fridge.
“What’s that?” I ask curiously.
He turns around, and the moment he sees me, his eyes do that weird thing where they appear darker and more intense. It’s so distracting when he does that. It makes my panties wet.
He clears his throat, then meets my eyes. “I ordered dessert as well.”
“Ooh, I love dessert,” I say as I hop up onto his countertop. “What is it?”
He pulls out a fork, then comes to stand in between my legs and opens the box. “Take your pick.”
I look down at the Angelina Bakery box on the countertop next to me. My mouth waters just thinking about what’s inside. I peek in, and the aromas alone have my stomach making noises.
