Page 61 of Tattered Souls
He nodded, “I’m clean. Haven’t been with a woman in almost a year and a half. That okay?”
I nodded. “I hadn’t had sex with Lance in months. And he always wore a condom. He’s been my only partner.”
“Really thinking about going to jail and killing him. That way it will only be me that’s ever had the pleasure of being inside your body.”
And that shouldn’t have caused the reaction that it did, but it did.
I got even wetter.
And when my eyes heated, Garrick’s did as well.
His hands were braced on either side of my head as he lined his cock with my entrance.
And then he said, “Eyes. Baby. Want your eyes.”
I nodded.
Locking my eyes with his as he slowly started to push into me.
Filling me. Stretching me.
I watched as his jaw ticked, and the vein at his temple pulsed, but he pulled out and slowly pushed back in. “Fuck, but you're tight. Best damn pussy ever.”
I smiled, “Best damn cock ever.”
He chuckled, and then he repeated the move.
Pushing in slowly, then pulling back out.
And I knew he was taking his time.
But I was ready.
“Garrick,” I moaned.
He stilled, felt it, saw it, then he pulled out, and finally, finally, he slammed inside of me.
So hard that my back bowed off the bed and I moaned, “Again. Please.”
He shifted so he had one hand on the outside of my thigh, his other hand braced on the bed, his oceanlike eyes boring down into mine as he thrust inside of me.
Long thrusts.
Hard thrusts.
Soft thrusts.
He was taking his time learning what I liked.
And when I moaned as he did it hard, and hit that spot inside of me, his eyes warmed, then he winked, and did it again. And again. And again.
Garrick
Fuck. Me.
The moment I slid into her tight pussy, I was lost.
Fucking gone.
