Page 65 of Wanting the Winger

His mouth is even sexier than the rest of him.I’m so turned on, and obviously, he is, too.

Fuck it.He’ll help me if I mess up.I straddle him, a satisfied groan leaving his lips as he lines himself up at my entrance.His groan intensifies as I sink down onto him.

He’s much bigger than I’ve had before.I get about halfway down his length before I pull back up, my eyes finding his.

“So fucking good.”His hands are wrapped around my waist, supporting me.

When I move again, going a little farther this time, he makes a strangled noise.I don’t know if it’s possible to mess this up.He seems to be loving it, and I love the full feeling of him inside me.

“Lean forward,” he says.“Put your hands on my shoulders.”

I do, crying out when I sink even farther onto him.It’s a full feeling, but it doesn’t hurt.It actually feels amazing.

He guides my hips up and down, and I quickly see why he told me to move.In this position, my clit is rubbing up and down his cock with every thrust.

“Oh...I like that,” I breathe.“Keep doing that.”

It’s not just me fucking him—he’s thrusting up into me, his hold on my waist keeping me steady.This isn’t just good—it’s amazing.I’ve always been a passive participant in sex, but this time I’m doing what’s good for me.

I reach for the headboard, wrapping one hand around the top of it.It positions me perfectly, and I moan every time he’s all the way inside me because it’s everything.We’re moving faster now, arousal swelling hard and fast inside me.

“I’m gonna fill your cunt up.”His voice is strained.“I’m gonna come inside you so hard.”

His words and the way he pinches my nipple tip me over the edge.I ride him with abandon, crying out his name and every swear word I know as I reach a blissful peak and ride it out.

I’m coming down, breathless, when he grips my waist tighter and thrusts up into me twice, holding himself deep inside as he groans hard and finds his release.

“Holy fuck.”He lets go of me and drops his head back to the bed.“I might’ve just blown a hole through your back.”

I slide off him and curl up beside him, limp with satisfaction.“Worth it.”

He tilts my chin up for a soft, slow kiss.“You’re incredible.”

“Thanks for finally realizing it,” I crack.

He kisses me again.“If I’m being honest, the first time I felt an attraction to you was at your twenty-first birthday party.”

Eric rented out a local bar for the occasion, and I remember that Bash was there, but I don’t recall seeing much of him.

“Really?”

“Yeah.You looked really curvy and sexy in that denim dress.”

I consider.“I did gain fifteen pounds my sophomore year of college.”

“I hadn’t seen you in a while, and you looked damn good.But I didn’t make a move because you were in college and...it just wouldn’t have worked.”

“And then I started dating he who shall not be named.”

He moves his hand to my breast, cupping it.“If you’d gone through with the wedding, I would have responded when they asked if anyone objected until I got dragged out of the church.Then I would’ve busted out a window and kept objecting.”

“Really?”

“I’m used to fighting for what I want.”

I kiss him, imagining myself falling into his arms while wearing a wedding dress.It’s...nice.Really nice.

“So now you want to get ready and go out for the day?”I ask.

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