Page 144 of Seven Lost Summers
My hand shakes as I reach down between us. My fingers find the aching bundle of nerves already swollen and throbbing from the way he’s been fucking me.
The first touch makes my eyes slam shut.
Pressure coils hard behind my ribs.
My pussy clenches so tight around him that he lets out a strangled groan, hips stuttering for half a second before he grips my waist harder and starts fucking into me again.
“Don’t stop,” he growls. “Play with that clit for me.”
He watches everything. His eyes burn into the place where my fingers work myself and his cock stretches me open. I’m soaked. My slick coats my fingers, dripping between my thighs. My body is a livewire. Every nerve ending is lit up. The tension builds so fast it knocks the breath out of my lungs.
I moan louder as my hand moves faster. The orgasm is already clawing at me, violent and sharp, ready to break. My whole body is braced, back arched, fingers shaking, breath catching in my chest.
“That’s it,” he rasps. “Come on, Q. Let me feel it. Fucking come while I fuck you.”
The pressure builds fast, sharp, and vicious. It crawls up my spine and coils behind my ribs, heavy and hot, until it’s all I can take in. My clit throbs under my fingers.
Then it happens.
Everything breaks at once.
The orgasm rips through me so hard my vision blurs. My mouth opens in a scream I can't hold in if I tried. It tears out of me, high and frantic. My pussy clenches in tight rhythmic spasms. He swears under his breath, hips faltering for a second before slamming back into me.
My legs lock around his waist, holding him there, needing him deeper.
My fingers jerk against my clit, twitching against the slick, swollen nub as the pleasure spirals out, fast and cruel. The muscles in my stomach seize. My nipples ache. Every nerve is wide open and screaming.
He keeps fucking me through it.
His cock drives into me again and again. Every thrust sends another jolt of pleasure through my oversensitive body.
I can’t think.
I can’t speak.
All I can do is take it.
I’m dripping. Soaking. The sheets are wet under my ass. His cock slides through it all, thick and perfect, hitting that place inside me that makes me see stars. My moans fall into breathless gasps. My body locks up again, tighter this time.
He growls something I can’t even register over the sound of my own moans. He fucks me through the orgasm, until I’m twitching, overstimulated, wrecked beyond recognition.
And even then, I still want more. Because nothing has ever felt this good.
He pulls out, leaving me trembling. My body is desperate with everything he’s taken from me. There’s no warning, no pause. Just his hands grabbing my hips and flipping me over.
My cheek hits the pillow. His hand fists in my hair, dragging my head back until my spine bows.
I gasp.
His hand slides lower. Rough palm on the curve of my ass. Fingers slipping down, parting me without hesitation. I suck in a breath as my body braces, ready to take him where he fucked me yesterday.
Instead, his hand moves down lower. Spreading me open until the swollen heat of my pussy is bared to him completely.
A growl tears from his throat.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters.
I whimper as his fingers stroke once, teasing my entrance. After that, the head of his cock presses where I need him most. Not against my ass but pressed to my pussy.
