Page 33 of The Comeback

“Fuck.” He slides his cock into my core. “Ass higher. I want to see your pink pussy as I fuck you.”

“Oh, God.” I suck down a gulp of air and lean forward until my chin is only a few inches above the bar, and my sex is on full display for him.

“That’s it, baby.” He lunges deep into my sex until his balls bounce off my flesh.

“Oh…. Oh…. God, yes.” He fills and stretches my walls as I adjust to his size.

“Eyes on the mirror. I want to watch you unravel.”

“Yes, please.” I lick my swollen lips and stare at our reflection as he fucks into me at an earth-shatteringly slow pace. To my edge and back, deep inside of me again.

From this angle, I see everything as long as he doesn’t catch the flickering of my eyes, leaving his to watch his magnificent body working in and out of me. His chest heaves as his biceps and forearm muscles ripple under his skin.

The physical specimen of the man far surpasses anyone else I’ve been with. And his character could run circles around my past lovers. He has substance. He has loyalty to his family. He has dedication and perseverance. Yes, I’m trying to think of anything to make this last longer. If this doesn’t work, I’ll think about watching paint dry.

He bites his bottom lip and rolls his head as if he’s also fighting to keep from coming himself. Yet his eyes never leave mine. My breathing becomes shallower. It’s like holding your breath while riding a roller coaster. Any second, the car will plummet 300 feet to the ground as your stomach flies up into your throat. Sex is never like this. And I don’t want to go back to what I had before.

“Baby, you’re going to kill me.” He grips my ass and repeatedly thunders into me as a trail of sweat drips down his forehead. Each piercing of my cervix causes me to gasp until my walls are biting into his flesh and dragging him deeper.

As if he senses my nearness, he removes one hand from my hip and runs his thumb in a circle over my asshole. Oh God, right there. My eyes roll back into my head, as I can no longer keep them trained on our reflection.

He fills both my holes. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” I dig my nails into the slick, polished pole as the orgasm lurks right out of reach.

“So, fucking tight. God, I love your pussy.”

Tears sting my eyes. “Harder. Don’t fucking stop.”

“Shi-i-i-it.” The muscles in his neck cord tighter than a guitar string as his pelvis slaps against my ass.

The air conditioner kicks back on and shoots cold air from the vent.

“Yes, right there. Don’t stop. Oh, fuck!” Stars fill my eyes as my walls bite down on his dick, sucking at him and grabbing on for dear life. “Oh, fuck.”

His thumb slips out of my hole, and he digs his fingers into my hips, pistoning into me like a machine.

“Oh, fuck. God. Fuck. God, yes. Right there. Oh, God, don’t fucking stop.”

“Son of a bitch,” he grinds out between clenched teeth and spasms against my ass. But he doesn’t relent until every clench of my sex is pulled from me.

Chapter Seventeen

Weston

I blink and stare at the dark ceiling, trying to gather my bearings. Charlotte’s apartment. Since her place was closer to the dance studio than my hotel, we’d come here and passed out from exhaustion.

She murmurs something in her sleep against my chest. We’re connected from head to toe. Well, at least from her head to her toes. Her check rests on my pec, her hand is over my heart, and her foot is wedged between my lower legs. It’s still not close enough.

I rub my hand along her arm from her shoulder to her elbow, absently caressing her skin.

“You’re awake?”

“I woke up a few minutes ago. Did you know you talk in your sleep?”

“What?” She raises up and props her elbow on the mattress with her head propped on her hand.

The only light in the room is from the half-open door of the bathroom. Her hair is falling out of the bun on the top of her head, and her lips are puffy from my mouth. She’s gorgeous. I run a finger over them. I should be more careful not to hurt her. But I’ve never been so obsessed with someone before. “You talk in your sleep.”

“I do not.” Her eyes narrow into slits as she pouts. God, I want to suck that bottom lip into my mouth and fuck her again.

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