Page 164 of Unwritten Rules

“Don’t thank me yet.”

He slipped out of the rest of his clothes and lined himself up with my entrance. The tip slid up and down and my hips followed it, silently begging him to be inside me. He cocked his head and smiled at me, knowing full well what I wanted.

“Put it in,” I groaned.

“Ask me nicely.” Another graze upward.

“Please,” I gritted, “put it in.”

He wasted no time pushing his cock completely into me and we both sighed in relief. Small, slow thrusts started us off with him still on top of me. Moving my legs, he wrapped them around his waist. “Do you know what you do to me?”

I panted, trying to keep pulling him in. The way he felt made me feel feral. “I think I can relate.”

In response, he thrust into me harder, letting me feel the entire size of his cock before thrusting again. “Do you? Because I imagine being inside of you for the better part of my day. Associate or not, I’m addicted, and I won’t stop.”

“Then don’t.”

As if that was some magical phrase, it set him off. He thrusted harder into me and moved his hand down to place his thumb over my clit. “I won’t stop until you’ve at least given me a puddle. Until you come so hard for me that your little legs shake for me again. Until I’ve satisfied myself with drinking you up.”

He traced circles until he watched me react to every movement he was making, learning my body in every position he possibly could. Massaging my clit as he thrust into me was another new for me. He knew that. He wanted me to come with him inside me this time.

Fuck, I definitely would. He knew everything because it had only been him. He learned me quickly and used it as a weapon, forcing moans from me and building up my orgasm to a point where I couldn’t take it anymore.

It was faster this time. Stroking my clit and thrusting into me was a double whammy that I wouldn’t come back from. The heat and electricity built up to my climax.

“I’m gonna—fuck!” The pulsating was filled up by his cock buried deep inside me and he watched me, knowing that I was coming. His eyes flickered—he felt my orgasm.

“Yes, baby. Yes. Come all over my cock. That’s it...just like that.” He kept on with his thumb on my clit. “Fuck, yes. I feel your pussy pulsing on me.”

Was it possible to bottle up this intense orgasm feeling? Because holy shit I think I exploded into a million pieces. He shattered me over and over and he had no plans of stopping.

He slowed his thrusting just a little, savoring the feeling of my walls throbbing around him. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought he was trying to kill me with pleasure.

“Fuck. Brent!”

“Yes, baby. Let it all out. Scream my name. Look how wet you got for me.”

He maneuvered me face down after my legs failed me and propped me up on a pillow. My ass was on full display in the air. I felt myself dripping down my leg before he lapped it up and spread me open like he was going to feast on me.

I whimpered. “Brent.”

Sucking on my clit, he moaned, and it sent electricity through me. I was so fucking sensitive it wasn’t even funny. Never in my life did I thinkthisis what sex would feel like.

“I need another one, Blondie. Will you come for me again?”

Again?

No response was necessary because he curled two fingers inside of me, pressing right where he knew I would respond. Since my legs were useless, I had to sit there and take it. His fingers thrusted in and out right where he knew it would bring me back to my boiling point before using his mouth on my clit again.

“Just one more,” he cooed.

It was easy to get me there a second time with his expert hands. And that fucking mouth. I should have known from that cocky ass smile that he’d have me orgasming far too quickly for my own good.

I bit down on the pillow as the wave hit me, groaning something completely incoherent into the pillow. My body gave up completely because I slumped over like I was hit by a train.

A sexy train?

Clearly my mind was useless at this point, and I felt like I was vibrating.

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