Page 66 of Whiskey Wednesdays

His eyes heated even more as he watched me jerk while he drove into me. “I want to pound you into my bed and make you scream and beg, then tie you up so I can do it all night.”

His words sizzled through my brain, and the image of me spread out and tied to his bed while he hammered into me flickered across my mind.

My back arched even more, and my toes curled. My vagina convulsed around him, and a climax rose.

I threw my head back and wailed. “Please, I can’t… you’re too deep. Aw, god. I’m coming!”

He smiled darkly and gritted his teeth. “Not too deep then.”

Connor thrust into me several more times as I convulsed around him. Then he shoved himself against me and found his own release. My arms finally gave way and I slid up the bed a little before he pulled me back, pulsing hot semen into me.

He seemed to climax forever, and by the time he laid my hips back down and fell on top of me, I was semi-conscious and limp. His cock still twitched, and his semen seeped out of me.

I’d never climaxed that hard, and my insides still quivered and pulsed.

He gazed down at me and brushed the sweaty strands of hair clinging to my cheek away, then kissed me gently.

“Are you alright?”

Hazy and disjointed thoughts floated through my mind, and delicious post-orgasmic chemicals slid through my bloodstream. His hard length still lodged inside me.

“I think so.” Clearing my throat, I looked at him. “You weren’t kidding when you said you like it a little rough.”

He seemed to flinch. Slowly, he pulled out and rolled off. Then he turned to get off the bed, but I grabbed his arm.

“I liked it… a lot.” I looked away. “I’ve never orgasmed with a guy before.” Oh course, I’d only had sex a handful of times, but still.

He studied me silently. If my face got any hotter, it would start on fire. I let go of his arm and tried to turn away.

This time, he grabbed me, laid down, and pulled me across his torso. I was still leaking fluids, and I struggled in his grasp.

I could barely look him in the eye. “I’m dripping all over. I need to get cleaned up.”

He kept hold of me and cupped my face. “It’s like you were fucking made for me,” he murmured. Then he pulled my forehead down and gave me a soft kiss. “Just tell me if I ever do something you don’t like. In bed that is. You don’t have a problem anywhere else.”

I slowly relaxed against him and rested my chin on his chest. “Well,somebodyneeds to keep your fat ego in check.”

He slid his hands up and down my sides, then wrapped a leg around me. “You can certainly try.”

He grinned and rolled me over, then spread my legs with his knees before I could put up a fight.

Leaning down, he licked and nuzzled my neck. “We’re not done yet.” Then he started in on round two.

Chapter 18

The sound of hushed voices outside the bedroom door woke me the next morning. Rolling over, I opened an eye and realized I wasn’t in my bedroom or Dad’s spare room. And then it all came back to me.

Sitting up quickly, I scanned the rumpled bed and looked around Connor’s bedroom. In the light of day, I noticed the soft white bed linens and expensive furniture. His bedstand had a hockey magazine and a couple of novels on it next to his alarm clock.

Across the room from the bed, large French doors faced out onto the expansive pool area Connor’s house was built around. The view was partially blocked by gauzy curtains, but I could see the outline of palm trees and flowering bushes outside.

His bed smelled like sandalwood and sex. Traces of us from last night lingered in the air, and I realized some of it came off me.

My sore vagina clenched when I remembered the three times we’d gone at each other last night like rabid animals. I slid out of bed and quickly used the bathroom.

As I cleaned up a little, I thought about what we’d done last night. I should have gone back to my dad’s house afterward so I wouldn’t be here when Elodie woke up, but I’d fallen into a dreamless sleep minutes after he’d tucked me into his side in the early dawn.

I thought I heard Elodie’s giggle and quickly looked around for my clothes. Then I remembered Connor had stripped them off in the entertainment room last night, and my backpack was in the kitchen.

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