Page 94 of Spin The Bottle
Fuck. She needs to stop talking. The more she moans and talks, the closer I am to blowing my load inside of her. “I need you to move, gorgeous.” I grip her soft hips in my hands, lifting her up. She slams back down creating the most perfect friction. We both moan. She’s right. It’s never felt this good before, with anyone.
“Like this?” she asks, lifting and dropping back down.
“Fuck yes, baby, just like that.” I thrust my hips up, fucking her from below, going as deep as I possibly can. She groans, tipping her head back and lifts off my cock, burying me inside of her every time she drops her ass to my thighs. Our skin slaps against each other with every hard thrust we make.
I bring her lips to mine, and she moans into my mouth. I eat it up, swallowing down every desperate noise she makes. My lips leave her mouth, trailing kisses down her cheek, her jaw and suck the delicate skin of her neck, leaving my mark. I want everyone to know she’s taken. She’s with me. She’s mine.
I wrap an arm around her waist and flip us over so her back hits the bed and I’m crowding her. I waste no time thrusting back into her, laying my elbows beside her head, leaning down to kiss her.
I love you.
Please love me back.
When another moan leaves her lips, I squeeze my eyes shut. I’m so close. Too close. But I don’t want this to end just yet. I never want this to end. “Fuck, I don’t want to pull out.”
She wraps her legs around my waist, digging her feet into my ass to push me deeper. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, a filthy moan for my ears only coming out of her. “Then don’t,” she says on a gasp. “Stay inside of me.”
I groan. “I don’t think I want to be a dad just yet.” She lets out a laugh which turns into a moan when I hit a spot deep inside of her. “I’m serious, Leila.” I lift off my elbows, grabbing her hips and thrust into her. “We’re too young, we’re still in college. Do you even know how to take care of a baby?” ‘Cause I sure as fuck don’t.
“No, you idiot.” She laughs. “I’m on the shot. Come inside of me.”
I stop, gripping her hips in place when she tries to wriggle on my dick. “You’re serious?”
She nods, licking her lips. “I want to feel you come inside of me.”
I groan, bringing her hips to match my thrusts. She moans, throws her head back and her pussy squeezes around me, my cock flooding with a gush of hot liquid erupting out of her.
“Fuuuck.” That’s it for me. I thrust once, two more times and feel my balls tighten. I let out a low, agonized moan when her pussy contracts, squeezing every last drop out of me.
When I pull out and watch my cum drip out of her, an urge comes over me and I grab my dick, cleaning up the spilled cum with the tip and thrust it back inside of her, letting out a groan. “So good,” I moan, pulling out an inch and push back in. “So fucking good.” My head starts to feel dizzy the longer I go, the pleasure suddenly too much. “Shit.” I flinch, pulling out of her, my dick spent from the overstimulation.
I drop beside her, burying my head in her chest. She wraps her arms around me and whispers, “I think you killed me.” I laugh, leaving a kiss on her lips. “I’m serious. My legs won’t stop shaking.”
I look down where her legs are trembling, stretched out on the bed and I laugh, grinning as I look up at her. “Remember who fucked you so good your legs stopped working.”
She laughs. “So cocky.”
She starts to sit up and I stop her. “Wait,” I tell her, looking down at her. “I want to take care of you.”
Her brows furrow. “What do you mean?”
My heart aches for all the shitty sexual experiences she’s had. The quickies here and there with useless, meaningless boys who didn’t deserve her. After care is important, and I wish I could have done it before but Leila would always kick me out and tell me my job was done.
But now… now I’m not just her fuck buddy, I’m her boyfriend, and this is my job. I lean down and brush my lips against hers. “Stay here.”
I get off the bed and walk into the bathroom, grabbing a towel and run it under warm water. When I walk back into the room, she’s still laying there, right where I left her, tapping her fingers on her belly. I chuckle, leaning over her. “Open your legs, baby.”
She glances at me, unsure and then spreads her legs open and I clean her up, swiping the towel gently over her, cleaning up all the mess we made and taking care of my girlfriend, just like I wanted to.
When I’m done, I turn around, dropping the towel into the sink and head back into the room, climbing into bed with my girlfriend and pull her into me. It’s still weird, knowing she’s my girlfriend. I love it. I love her.
She snuggles up to me, running her hand over my back. I know she feels the scars and when she sighs, I know it’s coming. “I can’t believe your brothers did that to you,” she murmurs, pressing her lips against my chest.
I swallow the gravel stuck in my throat and blow out a breath. “My brothers didn’t do that.”
She pulls back, frowning at me. “Your mom?”
I shake my head. “My mom’s ex,” I explain. When her frown deepens and her tears start to well up, my hand reaches up, wiping the tears streaming down her face. “Don’t cry for me, gorgeous. I’m okay. I promise.”
