Page 37 of Man Vs. Woman
“You’re...you’re amazing,” I let out as every single muscle in my body twitches, sweet pleasure running through my veins and drowning my brain in ecstasy. Just by eating me out, Colt gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
And no, I’m not exaggerating.
“Ready for the main course?” He asks me, hunger making his eyes glint.
Oh, I’m more than ready for it. In fact, I’m already lying back on the couch, my legs parted for him.
“I was born ready.”
“Good girl,” he whispers as he kneels between my legs, his cock hard and ready to spear me. And, sweet mercy, it’s even bigger than what I expected...probably eleven inches or more.
Yup, let’s make it twelve.
“C’mere,” I say, reaching for him and pulling him close. Grabbing his cock by the root, he guides it home, placing the tip right between my rosy pussy lips. With my forehead against his, I look into his eyes, and then...then he thrusts.
His cock goes inside me easily, filling me up in a way no one has ever done before. I wish there were enough words in the English language for me to describe how good it feels. It beats amazing, wonderful, ecstatic, and all other words you could think of.
It’s just...perfect.
“Fuck me, Colt...and fuck me hard,” I breathe out, closing my eyes as he starts to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy at a slow tempo. I don’t even feel the time pass—it’s as if we’re stuck in that sweet wonderland, the one where time doesn’t matter.
“This is...way better than how I imagined it’d be,” he confesses between thrusts, and I open my eyes and offer him a smile, my legs now laced around his waist.
“Have you been thinking of this?”
“Since the moment I first saw you,” he whispers softly, and then leans in and crushes his mouth against mine. As he does it, he starts going faster and faster, doing it in such a way that I can no longer tell when his cock is going in or going out.
All I can say for sure is that this is the best sex of my life.
Hands down.
Now, what I’m going to say next, I know it sounds like the kind of clichés you might find in a romance novel...but it’s the truth. Right now, I feel as if Colt and I have become one. Our bodies have blended together—there’s no Colt, and there’s no Serena.
There’s just us.
“I’m gonna—”
“I’m gonna—”
We say it at the same time. And we don’t need to finish the sentence; we both know what’s going to happen next.
I feel his cock hardening even more inside my pussy (how the hell is that even possible?) while, at the same my time, my inner walls tighten up. I close my eyes, dig my fingernails deep into his back, and then I let out a scream strong enough to shatter glass.
“Fuck,” he growls, his cock throbbing as he comes inside me, spilling all of his milky seed inside my pussy.
We lay there, together, as waves of ecstasy crash against both our bodies. I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits, my muscles burning from the inside out, and my mind boiling so hard I can’t even think straight.
Now, I don’t know what happens next. What happens when I have to go up against Colt?
I don’t want to think about it.
But this night?
This night, I’ll never forget.
