Page 50 of You Can Make Me
“I will be if you get moving?—”
“Faster?”
I bit his neck, and he ground his erection into my pelvis in response.
“Yes, Denny.Please.”
I lifted my knees and let myself be totally in my body, feeling his every touch and refusing to think about what I must look like. The room was dark, only faint light from the window filtered in, giving the room an ethereal feel. It was enough to let me forget. My scars pulled with my movements, but the stinging pain was gone.
I closed my eyes and sighed happily. This was the medicine I needed.
Denny, too, apparently. He was ravenous. He didn’t rush, but there were no teasing touches of his tongue or fingertips. He sucked on my chest and abdomen, moaning hungrily, and when he got to my dick, he suckedhard, but he didn’t stay there long.
He spread my legs even farther and licked everywhere—my sack, my taint, the creases of my legs, and finally my hole, which he rimmed vigorously until guttural moans came out of me, sounds I’d never made in my life.
He lifted my hips, bringing my ass closer to his face, and he hummed greedily as he tongued me into oblivion.
“God, Denny, you’re going to wreck me. I’m going to come…”
“Good. Come. I want it all over me. I want to spend days making you come.”
I gazed up at him, his mouth wet and glossy, his eyes wild, his hair standing on end.
“I’ve unleashed a beast,” I teased. The idea of unlimited time in bed with Denny was the epitome of every erotic fantasy I’d ever had about him. With him kneeling between my legs, his thighs spread, his hands on my knees, he was like a conquering hero, and I wanted to be his treasure.
“Damn right, you have. Prepare to be debauched.”
And with his tongue and fingers in my ass, and his other hand stroking me, I came so hard, my voice went hoarse from screaming. He smiled proudly, swiped his fingers through my mess, sucked one into his mouth, and smeared the rest on his chest.
“God, that’s a beautiful sight,” I murmured, stretching my arms over my head. He stroked himself with one hand and ran his finger around my hole gently.
“You ready for more?”
“Yes,” I hissed. I knew he would take me apart in the best way. His dick was the perfect size. Enough girth to stretch me, enough length to peg my gland over and over. I wanted him to take out all that angst he’d been carrying on me. I wanted it all. “Fuck me. Wreck me, Denny. Fill me, and then do it again.”
He covered his dick with lube and chuckled.
“Yes, sir, Mr. Harris, sir. One wrecking, coming right up.”
He slid a pillow under my hips and held them in his big hands, which seemed bigger since I’d lost so much weight, and he guided his length inside me, not moving slow or gentle, but being careful. He watched me closely for any signs of pain, but all I could do was smile and urge him on with manyyeses.
When he was assured that I was okay, he thrust inside me deeper and pulled all the way out. His gaze was focused on the place where we came together, over and over.
I’d never been a cam kind of person, but I wanted to see whathesaw that made him make that face. His lips were parted, his brows drawn together, and he moaned like he’d found paradise between my legs. He licked his lips and varied his speed, tilting his head from side to side to take in the full view, angling his hips to find new and better places inside me.
“Denny.”
He looked up, his eyes wide.
“See something you like?” I asked him.
“I wish you could watch, too,” he said, thrusting harder, his body starting to shake. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. It’s so fucking incredible.”
What was incredible was the angle he was hitting, and a moment later, I was coming again, which spurred him on.
“That’s so hot, baby. So good.” He ran a hand through it and licked it with a happy moan before wiping it on his chest again.
“Come inside me, Denny. I want to feel you.”
