Page 27 of His to Explore
My fingers find her clit as I continue to push in deep, setting a fast pace. Just like at the restaurant, it doesn’t take her long. Her cunt starts fluttering, clenching, and I know she’s about to come.
“You like this, don’t you,” I ask, knowing filthy words will push her over the edge. “You like being forced?”
She explodes, her pussy practically strangling me as her back arches up off the bed. Between the way that she feels coming apart around me and the way she looks taking my dick, I’m ready to finish myself.
But then this would end, and I don’t want to stop. I want more, want everything from this amazing, gorgeous woman.
I wait until she comes down from her climax before I reach up and untie her hands. As soon as she’s free she starts pounding on my shoulders, still keeping up the pretense of the fantasy.
That’s fine with me. I have no intention of dropping the act any time soon. She hits my shoulders again and I grunt, pinning her down with my body. “You think you can fight me off?” I pound into her harder, rough and deep, then abruptly pull out, making her cry out in dismay. So much for staying in character.
I flip her once again, onto her front, and stretch my body out over hers, keeping her immobilized. “Didn’t I tell you this body was mine tonight?” Then I’m pushing back inside her, loving how tight she is like this, on her stomach with her legs pressed together. “Didn’t I tell you there was nothing you could do to stop me?”
“Please,” she cries into the pillow, and from the way her pussy clenches around mine, I know she’s not pleading for me to stop. I go to my knees, pulling her ass up so she’s on all fours. I tilt her hips so I can hit her g-spot and thrust into her once, twice, before she’s coming again.
“Yes,” she cries. “Grant,yes.”
A switch flips in me at the sound of my name on her lips as she comes. So often we’re deep in role-play when acting out her fantasies. Other times I’ve instructed her to call me sir. But tonight, even in the middle of our most intense game ever, she can’t stop herself from saying my name while she falls apart.
I feel feral, wanting to touch, claim, possess every inch of her. I pull out and lay on my back, pulling her over me so her pussy is in my face. I make her come again, on my tongue this time, her taste overwhelming me. Her pussy is still clenching when I get her on her back again, pushing my way inside.
“Fuck Kensie,” I grunt, mindless with pleasure. Her hands are in my hair, her legs wrapped tight around my hips. There’s no pretense of our game anymore, no trying to fight me off. She’s clinging to me like I’m the only thing holding her together, and there’s no stopping my orgasm now.
“Look at me,” I bark out. The second my eyes lock with hers, I’m done. The hazy, overwhelmed pleasure in her blue eyes is too much. “Fuck, Kensie,” I groan out as heat explodes down my spine.
“So good, Grant,” she gasps and I’m coming, my hips pumping desperately, trying to get as close to her as possible while I fill her.
I collapse back onto her mattress, heart pounding so hard I vaguely wonder if I’m having a heart attack. At this moment, I’m honestly not sure I would mind—because what a way to go.
I have just enough strength left to pull her into my arms. She comes easily, her head nestling against my chest. We stay still for a moment, both trying to catch our breath. Her body is relaxed against mine, languid and spent.
“You okay?” I ask once I can get the words out.
She laughs incredulously. “Okay? That’s nowhere near the right word.”
“Please tell me the word you’re thinking of is something good, and not that you’re ready to call the cops.”
She giggles and fuck, the sound goes straight to my chest. I want to make her sound like that—all happy and light—every day. Preferably after a mind-blowing fuck.
“Good doesn’t come close either,” she says, snuggling in a little closer. “God, Grant. That was amazing. Exactly how I pictured it—no, even better.”
I didn’t think it was possible to feel more satisfied than I did a moment ago, but her words do the trick.
I kiss the top of her head. “I’m so glad.”
“Did you, um, like it too?” She asks, her voice soft. “I mean, I know that was my fantasy, not yours, but?—”
I pull her up over my chest so her face is above mine. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done.”
Her smile is a little shy and so fucking cute, I have to kiss her. As soon as our lips touch, I wish I could go again. Normally my body has no problem fucking twice in a row, at least not with Kensie, but the mind-blowing sex we just had requires at least a few minutes of rest.
Besides, I really fucking like lying here in her bed, her body against mine, all soft and warm and bare.
I reluctantly break the kiss and rearrange her so she’s cuddled even more fully on top of me. Fuck, I could stay like this forever.
“How did you know?” she whispers after a few minutes.
“How did I know what?”
