Page 111 of Bottle Shock
She’s looking at me like I’m the only man in the world and my chest swells with pride. I’d do anything to keep her looking at me like this.
I didn’t know if we would get here or not, but I came prepared just in case. Reaching for the nightstand, I grab a condom, and tear open the wrapper with my teeth.
Together we slide it over my cock, her eyes mesmerized.
“I didn’t know they made condoms this size,” she teases. “Must be the biggest one they make.”
It is. But I don’t say that.
But I have to say something, my ego can’t stay quiet.
“I’ve got a big cock, baby. Think you can handle it?”
She pins me with her gaze, eyes full of heat, bottom lip captured in a bite. “I can take it. Don’t hold back.”
“I’m giving you everything. Holding back isn’t an option.”
I line myself up at her entrance, glistening like a beacon in the night. Slowly, I sink in, watching every flicker of sensation across her face. Her lips are parted ever so slightly, cheeks rosy and flushed, forehead creased, eyes heavy-lidded. Her fingers dig into my shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise.
She feels like heaven and hell—like a sin I’d gladly spend eternity burning for.
Her legs wrap around my hips, drawing me in deeper until there’s no space left between us. She’s got every inch of my cock inside her, stretching around me like a dream. She’s so tight I can hardly see straight, think straight, do anything but bask in the perfection of her pussy.
I brace my forearms beside her head, rest my forehead to hers, our breaths mingling between us.
Her nails graze up and down my back, marking me with every move of our bodies.
I fuck her slow, learning her cues, shifting to get even deeper. My lips brush her cheek, her jaw, the corner of her mouth. I want to memorize everything about her, imprint this moment into the safest corners of my mind.
She wraps her arms around my neck, drawing my mouth to hers.
We kiss, endlessly, feverishly, matching the rhythm of our bodies.
“Gavin,” she whimpers, barely audible over the sounds of my grunts. “I’m close.”
Thank fuck. I’m beyond close I couldn’t last much longer if I tried.
I increase the pace, moving a hand between us to swipe over her clit. “You gonna come on my cock, baby?”
“Yes,” she hisses. “Don’t stop.”
Her walls clench around my cock, her sighs morphing into gasps as I fuck her into the mattress. The bed is creaking, soloud I wouldn’t be surprised if the entire house could hear it. I don’t care. Let them. Let the whole fucking neighborhood know.
“Gavin!” she screams over and over and over again, her orgasm erupting, striking something in me that has mine following. My cum shoots out fast and forceful and the grunt that jumps out of my throat is nothing short of animalistic.
I collapse into her, crushing her body with mine, and she wraps herself around me like she wants to crawl inside my body and stay. We stay like that until our breathing evens out.
“Oh my God,” she says through a sigh, a lazy smile on her lips.
I ease out of her slowly, missing her warmth immediately. “What did I say about mentioning that man’s name when I’m inside you.”
She giggles, shaking her head. “You should know by now that God is a woman. Only a woman could command the worship of men.”
I’ve never believed anything more in my life.
And I prove her theory right—spending the rest the night worshipping her.
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