Page 31 of Road Rash

“Breathe, baby,” I order. She shakes her head no. I pull my fingers.

“No, no, no!” she demands.

“When I tell you to breathe, you breathe or this ends. Just got you back, don’t need you dyin’ on me.”

Now she shakes her head yes.

“You want to hit the bed?”

“Here,” she whispers. “Here. Now.”

I spread her wide again with two fingers as I stroke her golden spot with the tip of my cock. She whimpers. She actually fucking whimpers and I lose it, plunging inside her, not stopping until I can’t go any further.

“Oh go—” She doesn’t even finish the word. Her sweet pussy clamps around my dick. I’m trying to do the right thing here. I’m a big guy and don’t want to hurt her. She makes it impossible not to move when she grinds herself against me. Grinds. Despite how needy she’s acting I still try to take this slower so as not to hurt her. Gliding out, then slowly pushing back in. I’m electrified. But when she grabs my ass to shove me in harder, I’m a transformer box about to explode. I have enough presence of mind to pull a towel from the bar closest to the tub and fold it several times to place under her head. She brings her legs up to lock around my waist, shifting her position and the plundering goes. I have one hand braced by her head, one on the edge of the tub. Water splashes over the side.

Her whimpers have turned to cries and shouts of “more” and “harder.” Burk must be concerned about what’s going on inside here because he’s whining and scratching at the door. I turn my head to look that way. Jonesie grips my chin, forcing me to look at her. “Don’t you dare stop.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

And still the pounding continues. She squeezes her eyes shut and I can feel her close. She thrusts up and clamps her walls around me. The look on her face and her cry of pure, unadulterated bliss undoes me. I explode inside her, spilling myself. A rapid river. It doesn’t want to end.

Best fucking orgasm of my life. Her chest is moving like she’s running a sprint. My heart feels like it’s about to pound out of my chest. I bring my forehead to rest against hers as I struggle to force air in my lungs.

“Baby,” I whisper.

“Promise me,” she says back. “Promise me it’ll always be that good between us.”

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