Page 46 of Deep Feelings & Shallow Graves

Her hips rock. She’s making the prettiest sounds I’ve ever heard and I know I should take my time, but I’m greedy. I want to feel her fall apart on my mouth. I want to keep her here until she’s wrung out and dazed and begging for my cock.

“Blake, I’m, oh, fuck, don’t stop.”

I don’t. I suck her clit, press in with a second finger, and curl them. Her whole body goes taut, thighs squeezing my head like a vice. I ride it out with her, licking her through it, fingers slow and steady until she’s whimpering from overstimulation and tugging me up.

Her eyes are wild. Her cheeks are flushed. She looks at me like I hung the stars with my tongue.

“You okay?” I ask again, voice broken.

She laughs, breathless. “I might never walk again. You proud of yourself?”

“Little bit.” I kiss her.

She moans into it, probably tasting herself on my tongue, and that does something to me.

I grind against her thigh without thinking. My cock’s hard enough to ache and I know I should slow down, give her a second, but she hooks her leg around my waist and pulls.

“Now, Blake. Now. I want to feel you.”

“Yeah?” I settle between her legs.

She wraps both arms around my shoulders and says, “Blake. Look at me.” Her eyes are soft. Open. Honest. “I want you,” she says. “All of you.”

I push in slow and careful. She’s so warm around me it borders on unbearable. My forehead drops to hers as I bottom out with a groan I cannot swallow. I’ve never felt anything like this. Like my whole body was built for this moment, for her, and every second before this was just prologue.

“Shit,” I whisper, panting against her mouth. “You feel, fuck, you feel insane.”

She moans, all soft and undone. Her nails skim down my back, dragging just hard enough to leave a message: don’t hold back.

So I don’t.

I start slow. Letting her feel every inch. Her legs wrap around me tighter, and I swear, I black out for a second when her pussy flutters around me. She clutches me like she wants me inside her forever.

“More,” she breathes. “Don’t stop.”

My hips snap harder at the sound of it. My hand curls under her thigh and hikes it higher, angling her just right so I can drive into her even deeper.

And then she says, “Fuck, Blake, you feel so good.”

I stutter mid-thrust. My rhythm is gone because holy fuck, did she just say I feel good? Me? Blake ‘Awkward Boner Boy’Taylor? The dumbass who knocked over a shelf of lube in a pharmacy once and never recovered?

“You say that again,” I rasp. “Please.”

She gives me this slow, wicked smile like she just found my favorite button. “You feel so fucking good inside me.”

I snap my hips harder, chasing the edge of control but barely holding on. I don’t want to blow it too fast. I want to draw this out until she can’t say anything but my name.

“You’re perfect,” I growl, panting against her throat. “You’re everything. Fuck, taking me so well, baby. Like you were made for me.”

She gasps. “You’re making me… I’m close.”

“I’ve got you,” I swear, voice shaking. “Let go for me. Wanna feel you come again. Wanna feel this sweet pussy squeeze my cock while you lose your mind for me.”

She cries out, clenching around me, and fuck if that doesn’t set me off. I grind into her as she writhes underneath me, moaning so beautifully I might die from it. Her pussy pulses around me like she owns me, which, let’s be honest, she does, and the sounds she makes are carved into my soul now.

When she starts to come down, blinking up at me with that dazed, loved-drunk look, I slow my thrusts.

“You okay?” I ask, brushing hair back from her sweaty forehead.

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