Page 115 of Lovesick
Even though he’s on his knees, my flirty little tease is enough to unbalance him.
“Fuuuck,” he grits out, the fucked-out expression on his face gleaming in the mirror. “Look in the mirror. Look at how good we look together with my cock in your ass. Don’t even get me started on these perfect cheeks jiggling while I fuck you. They were made for these hands, baby.”
He slaps me on the butt, then squishes the fat between his fingers.
I cage my lower lip between my teeth. “I think winning playoffs gave you a God complex.”
“Nope, always had that.”
Another rake of his length.
The vibrator can barely keep up with his rough pumps. Every time he rams into me, my sweat-clad body lurches forward, my tits bouncing from the drive of the force. It’s a stimulatory overload—one that coerces a sleet of tears to smatter the area below my eyes.
“You feel so good,” I mewl, notching the buzzer against my G-spot.
Like a dog resource guarding its favorite toy, Crew’s growl is so unnervingly deep that it vibrates in my bones.
“You feel likemine.”
He’s so hot when he’s possessive.
Unashamedly, I gush around the plug in my pussy, feeling some of my cum dribble down the insides of my thighs.
Out of nowhere, he stills. “Give me the toy, Merit.”
I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t riding one hell of a dopamine high. Hair in my eyes, sweat dripping down my chest, I utter a stupefied, “What?”
“The toy. I’m not going to ask again. I’m going to feel my girlfriend come on my fingers.”
I turn my head back, brows drawbridging upwards. “Don’t tell me thattheCrew Calloway is jealous of a little vibrator,” I taunt.
“If you think this is jealousy, you haven’t seen the half of it.”
“Feeling a little greedy today, are we?”
“Keep testing me, Princess. This is my favorite kind of foreplay.”
Rolling my eyes, I dislodge the toy from my leaking cunt, quickly having the absence filled by Crew’s thick-knuckledfingers. He scissors them amongst the accumulated slick, scraping against my tender walls, responsible for the pressure that now brews into an amalgamation of unbridled ecstasy.
“Oh, God. Oh, Crew!” I cry out, braving one last glance in the reflective surface across from us.
“That’s it. Good girl. Scream for me; soak my hand. I want you to ruin these sheets. I want to smell like you for the rest of the day so that everyone knows just how good my girl’s pussy is. And I want your tight hole toachewith my load so that you remember every second of me taking this ass virginity.”
My cunt is starved and squeezing, unsatisfied with the three fingers crooking against its erogenous zone, yet close to bursting all the same. Leave it to the hockey player with the world’s biggest ego to make me come in record time—with multiple appendages.
I don’t know how Crew is able to multitask, but his fingers and cock work in tandem with one another, hitting me with the power of an atomic bomb. An overpowered light blasts my vision and spurs tremors through my half-liquified body.
My climax is unquestionable—I squirt all over his hand, coating him in a thin, semi-translucent glove, and then I feel his dick bloat inside me. Ribbons of cum rocket out of him vigorously, one after the other, racing for the exit that’s been blocked by his shaft. The abundance seeps out with every intention of matting my skin and staining the duvet, and I shudder at the coolness that now rivals heated flesh.
I fall onto my back in a shroud of tacky sweat and cum as Crew mirrors my position, our pants bleeding into the newly birthed silence.
Somnolence slowly drizzles over our naked bodies, amplified by the ever-darkening sky that enshrines our multi-million-dollar penthouse. Moonlight razoring through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stars twinkle like Swarovski crystals suspended in the greater unknown, and we’re so high up thatthe rest of the city looks like miniature-scale models as thousands of lights coruscate from beyond the ridiculously tall walls of our very own microcosm.
“I’m dead. Gone. Your pussy killed me,” Crew breathes, resting his hand over the grid of his abs.
I snort. “Mypussykilled you?”
“Are you really that surprised?”
