Page 57 of Stoker's Serenity

“Oh, God, like that! Just like that! Harder!” I begged, the anticipation winding to a fever pitch, driving me wild and right up the wall, right along with up his bed.

“Yeah? You like that?” he demanded through gritted teeth, his breath panting, his voice dark and husky, his tone soft, his inflection hard as iron as he mercilessly drilled me into the mattress.

“Oh, God, Stoker,” I gasped, my voice breathy.

“Yeah?”

“I’m gonna come, keep doing that, I’m gonna come,” I warned him, I begged him, and he kept fucking me just like that, and to no one’s surprise, I came. I came so hard around his cock, so suddenly, so fiercely, it was like a goddamned hurricane making landfall. I screamed, he cried out, and he drove into me so hard and with such finality, I just knew he’d come too.

I had never come practically in unison with anyone ever before. I honestly didn’t actually think it was a thing.

I came back to myself with the weight of Stoker’s body on top of me, pressing me into the sheets. Both of our bodies were dewed with sweat, though mine was somehow cool to the touch. We panted, both of us trying to breathe, my pussy throbbing pleasantly and occasionally with these wonderful little aftershocks.

Stoker was still inside me and every time my pussy twitched from within, he made a little surprised, “Ah!” and shuddered above me, his cock still oversensitive. I knew the feeling, I didn’t want him to withdraw from me yet, a little overwhelmed and just not quite ready to feel anything else yet.

He kissed across the back of my shoulders, sweeping my hair out of the way so he could kiss the back of my neck and I melted, my eyes drifted shut, and I shuddered with a head-to-toe wave of post-coital bliss.

“God, you feel so fucking good, Orchid,” he whispered in my ear, before sucking on my earlobe.

I cried out, my body’s sensitivity turned up past high, every touch rocketing along nerve endings, using them as a superhighway to reach the parts of me still on fire, throwing gasoline on the flames.

I could totally stand to come again. I wanted it. I needed his body on mine.

“I want more,” I finally gasped out.

“What my lady wants, my lady gets.” He reached between us and held the condom on himself as he pulled out and oh, man, that felt so fucking good, but it wasn’t enough. I turned over on my back and sat up, reaching for him, grabbing him by his bearded cheeks, pulling his mouth to mine, feeding at him, drinking him down, my soul parched for his affections.

He kissed me back, pulling the used condom off his cock and tying it off without looking, dropping it somewhere off the side of the bed. I heard it hit plastic, like the rustle of a grocery sack, and smiled and giggled against his mouth even as he reached for another one.

“Shit,” he gasped against my lips. “Gimme a minute, babe. I need a bit more recovery time.”

“Mm, just don’t stop kissing me.”

“Never,” he swore, before plunging his tongue past my lips and capturing my mouth, ravaging it with the same intensity he’d just fucked me with, stoking the flames of my desire even higher for him.

It only took a few seconds and he was tearing open the next rubber and rolling it on.

“Your turn to fuck me,” he murmured against my mouth, and he twisted, lying down beside me. I straddled his hips and faced away from him; reverse cowgirl was always more taxing, more demanding, but I just wanted it. He gripped my ass in both his hands, squeezing it as I lifted his cock and situated it so I could slip it inside me.

“Oh, yeah.” His voice was like a caress, soft and breathy. “That’s so hot.”

“I’m glad,” I whispered, and rolled my hips, bracing my hands on the bed, between his calves.

“Take your time, Orchid. Make yourself feel good. It’s gonna be a while, I think, before I can get off again, and honestly, I don’t want to rush it this time.”

“Mm.” The noise I made may have been noncommittal, but I slowed way down, taking him slow, taking him deep, the angle so good, the heat of him sliding through my wetness so perfect.

I don’t think I ever remember being so turned on in my life which was, in its own way, kind of sad, but there wasn’t any room to be sad. Not today. Not with waking up in this gorgeous man’s bed, his hands on my body, his cock in my cunt, and all day ahead of us to fuck until we were both satisfied.

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Stoker…

Somehow, I’d woken up with a tiger in my bed. She’d let this incredible wild woman out to play with me, out of nowhere, and I gotta say… I was in seventh heaven over it. There was nothing more erotic, more sensual, than watching her perfect ass rise and fall, the skin soft beneath my hands. Watching my cock disappearing into her hot, wet, little cunt. Her pussy lips gripping me as she tightened up around me, her silken flesh sheathing me so perfectly.

It was like I was the key to her lock, and I hoped like hell that carried over into unlocking her heart as well. I wanted so badly for her to let me in. I wanted to play in the secret gardens of her thoughts and memories. I wanted to be the man she needed, because she was damn sure the woman I wanted.

I know, I know, it’d only been a couple of weeks, but I finally got it now. What they meant when the guys talked about their women. When they said to me, ‘You just know.’

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