Page 80 of Stroke of Fate

My eyes widen as I take in the size of him. I’ve seen him naked once before—the day at the pool. But I didn’t let my gaze linger anywhere downtherefor too long.

But now… he’s big… bigger than I’ve had in the past.

He grips his dick in his hand, tugging at it. Pre-cum is already oozing from the tip, and I swear it grows even larger the longer I stare at it.

I swallow, meeting his amused gaze again.

“Don’t look so worried. I promise it’ll fit.” He assures me with that calm confidence that has my body feeling hot all over again.

“Do you have a condom?” I whisper.

He nods, picking up his wallet from his discarded jeans.

He pulls out a familiar shiny foil packet, and I raise a brow at him. “Someone came prepared.”

“I didn’t know if you’d have the extra-large size in your draw.” He shrugs, amusement lighting his eyes.

“Uh-huh, whatever you say.” I bite back a smile because, despite his cockiness, judging by his size, there’s a strong possibility he’s only half joking

Watching Levi roll the condom onto himself has me pressing my slick thighs together. Anticipation and need rolling through my belly at how erotic the act is.

Lying on my back with Levi hovering above me, I know there’s no going back once we cross this line.

When he drags his dick along my wet seam, my legs fall open in invitation, and my eyes flutter shut.

“Look at me,” His gentle command has my eyes opening and finding his light brown ones.

It’s intimate and scary, but I can’t seem to pull away.

Being with him like this feels oddly comfortable. It's as if we’ve done this a million times, and our bodies are simply reconnecting, not meeting for the first time.

The thought is jarring and nearly enough to make me want to bolt from the room, but then he pushes into me, slow and gentle, and with every inch he adds, he shoves those thoughts to the back of my mind.

“You’re doing so well, taking every bit of me.” He praises me as he stretches me.

“I feel so full already,” I whimper, my nails digging into his back as he slips in deeper.

“Just a little more,” Levi groans, his half-lidded gaze never wavering from mine.

He thrusts into me, and I cry out at the sensation of feeling all of him. He stills for a moment as if giving me time toadjust, but I wrap my legs tighter around his waist and rock my hips in a silent plea for him to move.

He pulls out of me, nearly to the tip, then thrusts back in, and I moan through the pleasure. His gaze stays locked on me even as his movements pick up speed.

We fall into a familiar rhythm like on the dance floor—in sync without trying.

“OhGod, right there.” I cry out when he hits a spot that has me gripping his shoulder.

Levi grunts as he thrusts harder, his muscles straining under my touch, and his groans of pleasure fill my ears.

“I can’t, it’s too much.” I cry out when he finds my clit with his fingers. My body is a live wire of pleasure, and I don’t think I can handle it anymore.

“You can take it,” Levi reassures me, adding additional pressure that causes a loud moan to slip past my lips. “That’s it. You’re so good at taking everything I give you, Teddy Bear.”

One thrust, two thrusts, and a flick of his fingers has me crying out as my second orgasm of the night tears through me.

A moment later, I feel Levi shudder against me as his own pleasure rolls through his body. His head falls into the crook of my shoulder before he rolls off me.

We both remain on our backs, staring at the white ceiling, exhausted and completely satiated.

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