Page 58 of Final Temptation
His piercing blue eyes lowered from mine, running down my body to where he held the base of his cock. He ran it over my center a few times, swiping his head against my clit, teasing me before he started to enter.
With each pass over that sensitive spot, my body trembled.
He started slowly, pushing his tip into my wet core, the tension tightening my body. Not only had it been a while since I’d had sex, but Myles was big—bigger than I’d ever had inside me before. He let out a groan, and I followed suit with a whimper of my own.
“Baby, you’re so tight. I need you to relax.”
“I’m sorry. It’s been so long, and I knew you’d be big but… Fuck.” I took a deep breath.
Jesus, Sophie, don’t embarrass yourself. This isn’t your first rodeo.
Maybe not, but it was the first time in a really long time I was fucking a guy I had feelings for.
“How long has it been, Soph?” He rolled his thumb over my clit, doing his best to relax me.
“Um…I don’t know. A year? Maybe more?” His eyes widened.
“I’m your first in that long, baby?”
I nodded.
He ran his hand over his face, his jaw ticking as if he was holding back from snapping.
“I don’t think you understand how much that turns me on. I’m going to need you to relax, Princess. Because I’m about to make your first time in a while well worth the wait.” His thumb continued to rub over my clit, his other hand working its way up my body, squeezing my nipple—not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough that it turned me on, matching every ounce of his energy.
“Fuck me, Myles,” I moaned.
He pushed in another inch, the pressure filling me the deeper he goaded his hips into mine. With each pull out, he sank in just a little deeper with each thrust, until he was all the way in, hitting me deeper than I’d felt before.
“Fuck.” I could see the sweat collecting on his chest. “So, fucking tight, Soph.”
I knew it seemed like we were having a moment, and we were about to make sweet, passionate love, but I needed Myles tofuckme.
I needed Myles Cooper toownme.
“Don’t go easy on me, Myles. Fuck me like you can’t get enough of me.”
“I don’t think you understand what you’re asking me.” He slipped out of me torturously slow, before rocking his hips with a hard thrust.
“Yes!” I gasped, my back arching off the bed as his speed increased.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked with another hard slap.
“Yes, Myles. I need more.” I dreamed of seeing what he was all about. I didn’t want him to hold back for me. Heneeded to see I could match him in every way, that I could handle a man like him in bed, even if it had been a while.
He paused his movements just long enough to switch us into another position. He laid with his back on the bed, pulling my legs over his hips, so now, I was the one on top.
“You don’t want to fuck me from behind?” I asked, grinding my center over his cock.
“As much as I love that ass of yours, I told you I want to look in your eyes. By the end of the night, I promise to have you in every position, on every surface in this hotel room. But fuck, Princess, I guess tonight you can consider me a romantic.” Being intimate with each other was already nerve-wracking. However, the connection he demanded, to look me in the eyes, made my stomach turn over. The butterflies had been brewing for weeks now, daring to escape.
When he said things likethat, I feared there would be no going back for me. This wasn’t just infatuation or scratching an itch to fuck the hottest playboy in town.
From here on out, I would be head over heels, falling face first into what might be the first guy I could ever see myself falling in love with.
I was a tit guy,through and through. Which was exactly why watching Sophie bouncing on top of me was one of my favorite views. The image of her delicate fingers grazing against her tits, her plump lips popping open at the feel of her pinching her pretty pink nipples, and her eyes rolling into the back of her head every time I thrusted my dick deeper into her—this was the image of Sophie Turner I’d always wanted to see.
As long as I’d known her, I’d known she was hot. But I never had the opportunity to get to know her in this way, so intimately. It had always been surface-level with her. She never gave me the time of day until that one night, when she was just a littletootipsy to say no to me.
