Page 76 of Bad Habit
Her gaze locked on mine, it felt like her eyes were penetrating me as deeply as my cock was taking her pussy. And it was true. Faith saw me, all of me, even the bad parts—and yet it was all okay.
“Oh, Mac!” She cried out, and her breaths came even faster. She changed our angle slightly so my dick was rubbing hard on her clit, and she spasmed around me with another orgasm.
Her breaths grew thready as she came, her hips jerking against me as her climax overtook her, overtook us both. As her final aftershocks tightened around my cock, I lifted her and flipped her over onto her back on the bed.
Braced with one leg on the divan, one knee on the bed, I pounded mercilessly, thrusting so deep and so hard, no concession to her inexperience or the fact she’d just come, and still she grabbed my ass as if wanting more.
If only I had more to give. My orgasm exploded, surging through me, tensing my body and making me shout in gasping bursts that matched the release of come from my cock. And still I thrust, wanting to take every last second of pleasure from this, draw out every last bit of heightened sensation.
Spent, I collapsed onto the bed, pulling her with me, and she curled into my arms, stroking my body as if comforting a wounded soldier, home from battle.
I felt like I’d been through a battle, one that had taken every ounce of my energy, leaving me a useless puddle on the sheets.
“That,” she whispered into my ear, “that was more like it.”
