Page 7 of Devil's Own: Roughneck

“Give me all of you,” she demands.

I thrust the rest of the way in, only stopping when I hit cervix. This time, her ass shoots up off the bed. I wrap one of her legs around my waist and one goes over my shoulder to keep her ass off the bed and keep her spread wide for me.

The banging continues andshit—she’s tight. Her pussy grips my dick from all sides and I just about lose my mind. I take her lips while I thrust hard enough to move us up the bed.

“Oh, shit,” she whimpers. “Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit…”

Yeah. My heart pounds. My chest heaves. This will end way too fucking soon if I don’t slow it down. I want Gia to have it all tonight. I pull out and she shouts, “No!” But I’m not done—not remotely. I flip her over, lifting her to her hands and knees, and this time, I’m not gentle. I ram inside her. She rears her head and ass back.

“Roughneck!” she shouts. Instead of fucking her, I keep pulling her hips toward me to have her fucking my dick. She clamps down with every backward thrust, letting loose on the forward glide.

“Hold on, baby,” I say right before twisting my hips to go in at an angle and her arms give out. She screams against the mattress, her orgasm huge. I keep pounding to keep it going for her until I ram in one more time, planting myself to the root, and I shoot my load hard. It’s been a long time since an orgasm hit that hard. I fall forward, then roll to the side to not crush her. My breaths hurt they’re coming so fast and with such force.

When she’s finally able to speak, she says, “Thank you, Roughneck… That was… amazing.”

“That…” I point between her and me. “That was just the first round. You said you’d stay the night and I plan on fucking you until you literally pass out from exhaustion.”

Her eyes spark with heat again andhell yeah!

She tears off the condom, helping me take care of that, and I use a tissue to clean myself off the rest of the way. Then I move in to kiss her again. There’s something about kissing Gia. She’s this perfect mix of innocence and experience that drives me crazy. She hasn’t decided how long she’s staying in town, but one thing I know, one night won’t be enough with her. Not nearly enough.

“Ready for me?” I ask.

“That’s impossible. You can’t be ready again so soon.”

Challenge accepted. I lead her hand down to my dick, moving her fingers to fist me. She starts stroking. “How is this possible?” she whispers.

“Told you, Gee, you’re a fucking goddess. All things are possible with a goddess in your bed.”

“Sit up with your back against the headboard,” she orders me. I press a kiss to her lips, then position my back exactly as she asked. Gia reaches over to the drawer where she saw me grab the condom and fishes around inside to grab a new one. She rolls it down my engorged shaft and mounts me, gliding down until she’s seated completely.

The woman undoes me. She glides up and then slams her pussy back down three or four times. Honestly, I’ve lost track because I’m all about my dick and how she makes it feel. She grinds against my crotch until I swear my heart is about to give out.

She fucks me with this frantic energy. With every stroke, she gains confidence. I grab hold of her sides right below her tits and we work together. It’s rough and wild—

“Oh, shit, baby. Need you to cum now.”

“I’m close,” she pants. Close isn’t close enough. I start thrusting upward, really driving my cock home when she finally clamps down and fuck me, the orgasm she releases is one of the most beautiful things I’ve had the pleasure to witness. And it couldn’t hit a second later because my release rips through me, a full-body experience.

Gia’s a trooper, giving me everything she’s got to give until we both pass out from exhaustion. How did I get so lucky to meet her tonight, or by the time on the clock, last night? She stays sleeping. I watch her for a little bit. Never seen a prettier sight with her rosy nipples peeking through the sheet and her hair spread out on her pillow.

Part of me wants to suck one of those nipples into my mouth right through the fabric, but she’s obviously tired.

As carefully as possible to not wake her, I slip from the bed and fish a pair of sweats from my drawer, tugging those on, then leave her asleep to start the coffee.

Now, I’m no culinary genius, but I hope what I offer is enough to make her want to stay a while longer. She’s exactly what I didn’t know I needed until I saw her sitting alone in that bar. The sexual healing she offers is too good to have it end just yet.

Her delicate arms wrap around my shoulders from behind while I’m cracking an egg into the sizzling butter. Her lavender scent hits my nose as she kisses my back softly.

“What are you doing up?” I ask.

“Eyes popped open. You were gone.”

“Thought you might be hungry.”

“Thought right,” she says, giving me another squeeze. “That coffee smells amazing.”

“Get yourself a cup. Mugs are in the cupboard above the coffeemaker. Sugar’s obviously in the metal tin marked ‘Sugar.’ Milk’s in the fridge.”

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