Page 47 of Better Not Pout
“Huge, yeah?” he says before capturing my lips in a searing kiss, tongue tangling with mine.
Sliding his rough palm along my thigh, he hitches it higher up on his side before reaching for his length and dragging it through my pussy. I’m so turned on, so wet for him, that the insides of my thighs are sticky with arousal, and he groans when it coats his cock.
He stills suddenly. “Shit. Condom?”
“I have an IUD, and I’m good, if you are…” I trail off.
“You asking if I want to fuck you bare, Sugar?”
It sounds so…dirtyhearing him say it that way, all low, and hoarse, and raspy.
“Yes, if you’re okay with that,” I breathe.
His answer is to nudge the head of his cock against my clit, rocking his hips roughly, dragging it through my pussy until I’m nearly writhing beneath him.
“I’m good too, and if you’re sure, there is nothing in this goddamn world that I want more than to feel you wrappedaround me with nothing separating us. I’ve never been bare with anyone.”
I run my fingers along the hard expanse of his stomach to his sides, where I curl them and pull him closer to where I want him. “Me either. So please, fuck me.”
A smirk curls his lips as he guides his cock to my entrance, and slowly, so slowly that I might actually die in the process, he pushes inside an inch.
It’s a tight fit, the slightest bite of pain from his size and the fact that it’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone, but also… it feels…
His big, rough hand curves around my waist, digging into the soft flesh of my hips as he slowly sinks inside me, inch by inch, until he’s seated to the hilt.
The breath I’ve been holding finally spills out of me, a mixture of a moan and a whimper as my nails bite into his sides, the pain morphing into pleasure.
“God, I’m so… sofull.”
It feels like his cock is in my stomach. He’s so deep, so thick. I feel like I can hardly take a complete breath, and it’s incredible.
Wells swivels his hips in a circle, hitting everything inside of me, every single inch, his pubic bone grinding against my clit until I cry out his name, clinging to him.
His hooded gaze roams my face, his hands bracketing the floor beside me as he raises slightly, pulling out of me until only the head of his cock remains, then slamming back into me in one hard, powerful thrust. Then he does it again, and again, setting a rhythm that has my brain turning hazy, fucking me hard, each stroke of his cock reaching a new depth.
“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good.” He groans, his voice strained, before burying his mouth into my neck and dragging his tongue along my heated skin.
Tendrils of pleasure snake down my spine, taking hold of me, manipulating each breath, each moan, each movement.
I’m enslaved to ecstasy, and he’s the one controlling it.
He pushes off the ground and rises onto his knees, his rough hand gripping my hip as he begins to pound into me. The other hand slides down my thigh and brings my leg up onto his shoulder. The angle is different, deeper. Better.
I feel his lips press along the inside of my ankle, and my stomach flutters.
God, this man.
How did I ever accept anything less thanthis?
“Need you to come for me, Sugar. Be my good girl, and come on my cock.” Wells drops my leg from his shoulder, leaning down to press his hard body against my front, murmuring against my lips before smashing them to mine and kissing the breath right out of my lungs.
When his thumb hits my clit, the pad circling in quick, hard circles, I come, my head flying back against the rug, back arching completely off the floor as I’m racked with powerful, intense waves that have every nerve ending in my body coming alive.
I don’t just moan, I scream, the sound erupting out of me without choice. His thrusts turn choppy, uneven as he groans, stilling above me, fingers digging into my thighs as he buries himself as far as he can and spills inside me with a rough, ragged groan.
Feeling his warm cum spurting makes me come harder, prolonging the best orgasm of my life until I’m limp beneath him, sated and hardly even able to keep my eyes open.
He stays inside me, buried deep until I feel him soften, and only then does he gently pull out.
