Page 127 of Bourbon Bliss
She was heating up, her walls tightening around my erection. A flush of pink crept down her neck, across her tits.
“Yes, George,” she said again. “More.”
I tightened my grip and pounded her harder. Faster. Grunting with every thrust. The desk scraped against the floor.
She leaned back, still holding my shoulders, and looked down between us. I watched my glistening shaft disappear inside her and it almost undid me right then and there.
“Oh, I felt that,” she said. “Your erection pulsed.”
“I could come in you right now,” I said. “But I’m making you come first.”
The only answer was her rapid breathing. Her nipples were hard, her skin pink. I reached in between us to stroke her clit while I drove into her.
“Oh my god, George. That’s… yes. Oh, yes please more.”
Her body moved with mine, her hips bucking in time with my thrusts. I lost myself in the feel of her. In her fingers digging into my shoulders. In the heat of her body and the sweet caress of her most intimate places.
Our eyes locked. I felt a primal connection to her. This was so much more than sex. It was as if she reached inside me as I fucked her, wrapping herself around my soul.
I’d loved her before this moment. But this sealed the deal. I was hers, forever.
“I love you, June.”
“I love you, too,” she whispered.
“Does my baby need to come?” I stroked her clit again, keeping up my rhythmic thrusts. It was hard to hold back. I wanted to explode inside her.
“Yes. Please, George.”
I pounded her harder, flexing my glutes to sink my cock in deep. Her pussy clenched—hard—and she threw her head back.
“Yes. Oh god, yes.”
One more thrust and I came undone. I held her hips tight and drove into her, over and over. Grunting, growling, the desk scraping across the floor. All that hot tension erupted as I spilled into her, my vision going blurry.
My orgasm subsided, and I pulled June close. She held me tight, breathing hard against me. I wanted to wrap my body around her and never let go.
But we were in a classroom in her old high school…
I pulled back, reluctant to sever contact, and touched her face. “June, that was amazing.”
The look of pure bliss on her face was better than anything I could ever imagine. Better than catching the game-winning touchdown with thousands of fans cheering my name. It was everything.
“George, I did it.”
“You sure did, baby. How do you feel?”
Her eyelashes fluttered. “So good. So… warm and relaxed. That was so much better than a third base orgasm. I don’t know if my legs work.”
I chuckled and pulled out, then took off the condom. The awkwardness of having to dispose of it here was totally outweighed by the orgasm-high I was swimming in.
Still in a daze, we quickly dressed. I made a brief stop in the bathroom, then came out and scooped her up into my arms.
I leaned down to plant a kiss on her nose. “You ready to go now?”
“Yes,” she said, her mouth turning up in a sexy smile. “I want more.”
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