Page 118 of Plus Size Player

I had no concept of time.

I had no fear of being caught.

I just wanted him inside me.

Hoisting my right leg onto his hip, he tilted my hips forward and pressed against me. My shoulder blades balanced me against the wall. My lips parted and my chest heaved.

“Is this why you were staring at me?” The head of his dick applied pressure against my wet slit. “They might not know what that look means, but I do.”

“Russ,” I moaned louder than anticipated. Grabbing his shoulders, I felt overwhelmed with want.

“Tell me it’s still mine.”

“It never stopped being yours. I need—mmmmmm!”

My sentence fragmented into a moan as I felt him entering me.

The growl that emitted from deep within his chest sent chills down my spine. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my breathing changed. I dug my nails into the shoulder of his shirt, wishing he was as naked as I was.

“Russ,” I breathed his name shakily.

There was nothing like the delicious mixture of pleasure and pain as he stretched me out.

“I… I… shit,” I swore.

“I know, baby. I know,” he groaned, continuing to fill me up. With each inch, his breathing became more ragged. “I’ve missed you, too.”

His right hand held my thigh up while his left slid from my neck to my breast and then my ass as he buried himself in me.

His touch sent waves of pleasure through me.

I trembled in response. “Oh God, yes.”

I closed my eyes tight as his thickness stretched me out.

His thick head pushed against the deepest part of me, and it suddenly occurred to me that he was fucking me raw.

My eyes flew open as I clenched around him.

The thought of it seemed to ignite something in me and goose bumps spread across my skin.

He let out a low guttural noise and stopped moving. Our eyes locked.

As if he were reading my thoughts, he whispered, “You’re so fucking wet… and warm… and fuck—you feel so fucking good.”

I shuddered.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I started grinding my hips against him. I worked myself up and down his shaft. My muffled moans seemed to call to him, making him harder. His low grunts punctuated the air, turning me on even more.

Our mouths found each other as we felt each other up. His fingers danced over my skin as his dick speared me. Our tongues wrestled gently, and we talked with our bodies.

Putting my hands underneath his shirt, I held on to him.

When he hit my spot, my head tipped back against the wall, andhe peppered kisses across my jawline before trailing kisses down my throat.

“Hold on tight,” he demanded quietly.

I did as I was told.

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