Page 44 of Love Is Ale You Need

My mouth falls open, words failing me as he stretches me wide.

“Fuck. You feel so amazing. You are so amazing.” He grunts as he continues to pound into me.

I hook my ankles around his waist as he relentlessly continues to slam into me over and over again. The table creaks below us. Each thrust of his hips causes the table to scrape against the linoleum.

“Oh! Oh! Yes!” I pant. “Harder. Harder.” My nails dig into his shoulder muscles as I desperately hold on. “Right there.” Suddenly, a loud snap echoes through the apartment.

“Oh, shit!”

Trey’s arm wraps around me as the top of the table plummets to the floor. As I go down, he pulls out of me, and his body falls with mine. He reaches out with his other hand to brace our fall when both of us slam to the ground on top of the table. We freeze, still in a daze over what happened. Then there’s another snap and we fall another couple of inches. This time we bust out laughing. After several seconds, we’re both still collecting our breaths.

Trey glances up at me. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah. But I don’t think my table is.” I kick the broken leg with my foot.

“What kind of shoddy craftsmanship is this?”

“To be fair, I doubt it was meant to hold two grown adults.”

“That really needs to be the new standard for quality control.”

A quiet laugh shivers out of me. I haven’t been with a guy that’s made me laugh as much as Trey has. It’s oddly refreshing. I reach up and cup his cheek. His five o’clock shadow prickles my fingertips. “I’ll write a strongly worded letter to the manufacturer.”

“I’ll get you something of quality.” He kisses me. Then he rises to his feet and holds out his hand to help me up.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I insist. Since it was kind of my fault that it broke.”

“In that case, I have a rickety couch in the living room that you could try breaking.”

“Challenge accepted.” Without warning, he picks me up and I release a small giggle as he carries me to the couch. “Plus, you’ve only had one orgasm and I like to work in even numbers.” His lips are on mine once again. It’s hot and demanding. Broken table instantly forgotten.

Trey sits down and sets me on his lap. His mouth is on my breast, swirling his tongue around my nipple before taking it into his mouth. I arch into him, loving his mouth on me.

I reach between us and wrap my hand around his cock, stroking him while he sucks and licks on my heated skin.

“Put me in you,” he mumbles around my nipple. The contrast between his hot breath and the cool air sends a delicious shiver up my spine.

I rise to my knees and guide the tip of his cock to my entrance. Slowly, I sink down on him, relishing in the delicious stretch. “Ooo! Yes!”

Before I’m fully seated, he thrusts up, pushing the rest of the way into me. My mouth falls open as a moan escapes me. With his fingers curled around my waist, he continues to push into me from below. I rock my hips in tandem with his.

“Oh, god! Fuck me. Harder. Don’t stop.” My fingers clench his shoulders, my nails millimeters away from breaking skin.

“Rye. Fuck. I’m going to come.”

“Me too. Keep going.”

“Your pussy is gripping me so tight. I can’t hold on much longer,” he grits out.

He wraps his lips around my nipple and bites down. I throw my head back, the stimulation catapulting me over the edge. My pussy clenches as an orgasm rips through me. I gasp as he thrusts up, his hot cum spilling inside me. He continues to pump into me over and over again until his own orgasm subsides.

My head falls to his chest, both of us collecting our breaths. Leisurely, his hands roam up and down my back. He presses a warm kiss to my shoulder. The gesture is sweet. Dammit. This isn’t supposed to be sweet.

I sit up and fall to the cushion beside him. Tugging the blanket off the back of the couch, I wrap it around me. “That was… wow.”

“That’s what I do.” He collects his boxer briefs and tugs them on, followed by his slacks. He strolls into the kitchen and turns on the faucet.

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