Page 82 of Mistaken Identity
It’d never been like this with anyone else.
Usually it took a lot of work and a lot of focusing on the sensations to even get close to feeling something.
But with Audric…it was like all he had to do was touch me and I was half a second away from coming.
“You’re gonna make me blow if you keep doing that,” he said. “And if you want me to pull out, this is going to be an embarrassment.”
His chuckle was dry when I kept moving.
I was close.
He was close.
It seemed like a foregone conclusion at this point.
“Right there,” I hissed as his hands went to my hips to help me move. “Oh, right there.”
He helped me bump up and down on his cock, his head hitting somewhere deep inside that set my body to tingling.
My nerves were fracturing, and my breathing was ragged.
His was, too, but I was so focused on mine that I didn’t notice his.
I pulled my feet up for better leverage and slammed myself down.
His hoarse shout wasn’t surprising, seeing as I’d felt the same tension swelling inside of me.
With three more slams of my ass down into his lap, his cock filling me up so completely, I was screaming.
“Yes, Audi. Yes!” I gasped for breath. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
His growl sent a thrill through me, and I almost cried out in pain when he pulled free of my body and kept working his cock against the sensitive nub of nerves.
It set off another orgasm inside of me before I’d even finished coming down from the first, and I lost it.
Hot splashes of cum sprayed up between us, a drop hitting my chin and lip before the next spurt covered my tits and belly.
His eyes dropped to where his cum still decorated my lip, and he grinned.
I swept my tongue out, licking the drop, and his pupils dilated so wide that they took up nearly all the color in his eyes.
And I knew, while looking into those green eyes, that this was just the beginning for us.
Next was the bed.
Then the wall.
Then the shower.
By the time we fell into bed hours later, I was unable to hold my eyes open a second longer.
And when his alarm went off, indicating it was time to get to work, I couldn’t manage to even crack open an eye.
I felt the kiss he pressed onto my shoulder as he left the bed and smiled, but that was my last coherent thought for a really long time.
Nineteen
I’m kind of like a finger in the ass. I’m either a wonderful surprise, or I make everything really fucking awkward and uncomfortable.
