Page 68 of Just Like You
“We’ll go. I’d love to go.”
“We will. We have time.”
“So Vegas next?”
“If you want to?”
“Do I have to book a chapel?”
I laughed, and he did too.
“I would, you know.”
“I know you would.”
“Let me muse it over.”
“Idiot,” I muttered, under that smile I couldn’t shift. Because this was weird. It was truly irresponsible. But it was also right, and fun and wonderful, and for a fleeting moment there, I would havesaid yes. Absolutely. I would have done everything, but I was more sensible than that.
I let him take me back to the hotel, slam me into the door as it closed behind us, his mouth on my neck as his hands stripped me of clothing. Every inch of my chest got mauled by his mouth, as he lifted me up and dropped me onto the bed. Him on top of me and my legs clasping around his waist as if on automatic. His cock already erect and angry, poking through the waistband of his half-on underwear as he kissed down my stomach. My hips. He licked warm lines up my legs before burying his nose in my groin. My balls. My dick. And then I was inside his mouth, getting drowned in wet warmth as he sucked me. Gentle movements that made me unable to remain still. I was hot and cold, jerking around on the bed, trying to get away from him at the same time as I was tugging at his hair, trying to get closer. Dark tufts of softness between my fingers as he once again took my length, impossibly deep. Then let me go.
“Love this. You’re so bloody sexy. So responsive. You know exactly what you need, don’t you?”
“I do. I need your mouth on me. Fingers. Whatever you’ll give me, I’ll take it.” My voice was breathless, but he was just…right there with me. His hands pushing my limbs around as he walked up the bed on his knees. It wouldn’t take much now. Not much at all.“Show me that hole,” he demanded, as my breath hitched. Dick twitching. Fuck. God. He’d make me come in no time here.
“You’re not the only one who’s gonna come too fast. I’m ready to bloody explode,” came out of my mouth as he lifted my hips off the bed. Got a pillow stuffed underneath me as he spat at my hole.
Dirty. Fucking Dirty.
“Hard and fast,” he hissed. “Just like you want it.”
“Do it.”
This seemed to be the way we functioned. Like this. Perfectly in sync. Turning me on to the point that I was having to wipe the sweat off my forehead. His cock pushing against my opening, where he hadn’t even given me a moment to prepare. Stretch.
An impossible stretch. Too much lube and spit and that condom, and he pushed. Pushed. Hard.
“You can take it. Show me how good you can be.”
“You and your monster cock.”
“It’s a perfectly normal size.”
“Doesn’t feel it.”
“But you love it. Look at you. Halfway in and you haven’t whined once.”
“It’s…oh fuck.”
Yeah. It was. My already worn-out insides now stretched to the max as he gave me that final push. All the way inside of me.
“Mine,” he whispered. “I love you and you’re mine. And when I get you home? I’m going to show you just how good this can be. You and me.”
“Sounds like you’re about to lock me up in your house and never let me out again.”
“Trust you to turn this into a horror movie.”
I tried to laugh, but he moved and instead I roared. Oh God. The things he made me feel. His big hands on my hips as he adjusted me and got his thighs right underneath me. Cock all the way in. My dick? Screaming for something. Anything.
