Page 42 of The Comeback

“That’s it, baby.” He grabs my hips, yanks my feet off the floor, and fucks into me with a power he’s never displayed before. Each lunge elicits a gasp from me that I couldn’t contain it if I had to. I wrap my legs around his waist, and my head hits the door with a bang. “So, fucking tight. It feels like your pussy is sucking me off.”

“God,” I gasp. “Yes. Please. Fuck. Me.” Each word is pulled from me as he pierces my core, hitting my cervix.

“Fuck,” he growls. “I want to see you as you come. I need to see my cock going in and out of you.”

I shudder hard as he rests my back against the door. After I unwrap my legs from around him, he lays them flat against his upper body. The tightness of the position stretches my muscles. Thank God I’m a ballerina and have been on my leg all day because if I wasn’t limber, I’d end up in the hospital.

He grabs my ass and works slowly in and out of me–plunging deep and then bringing his cock to my opening and piercing back inside. The intense pressure of his dick riding over my G spot is the greatest pleasure I’ve ever experienced. Rubbing. Stroking. Thrusting. Lunging. The loud smacking sounds of him filling me. Our gasps. I hold on to the back of his biceps to stay upright.

“You’re so hot.” The sides of his neck are corded as he blatantly stares at our connected bodies. He’s right. No one else could ever be able to touch me again. I crave him. I worship him. I would follow him anywhere to get more of this. It’s not just the sex. It’s the connection. The passion. The ferocity of what I feel for him. I’m beyond salvageable. I belong to him in ways I never thought were possible. If this isn’t love, I don’t want to experience it. There can’t be something bigger. Something more.

“Please, don’t stop,” I pant as he continues to repeatedly batters into me.

“Fuuuuck,” he grunts and picks up the pace as sweat pours down his face.

“Oh, fuck. Holy fuck. Yeeeeessss.” I rake my nails down his arms, not caring whether it leaves a mark. My pelvis arches forward, and convulsions rip through me. Delicious. Sinful. All consuming. I buck and thrust against him. “So, fucking good.”

“Tight ass pussy.” He smashes his cock deep inside of me as he stiffens against me.

Moments pass, and he lifts me up, dropping my feet to the floor and removes the condom, dropping it into the trashcan. “You’re a problem.”

I blink and stare at him. “What do you mean?”

He shakes his head. “I already want to make love to you again. It’s a compulsion. You’re like a deck of cards to a gambler. I’ve lost every dime I have, and yet, I can’t stay out of the game. I don’t care if some guy comes and shoots me in the head. I’d choose death over never being inside of you again.”

I shake my head. “Leave it to you to mix two analogies at once.”

“I’m taking that as a compliment.” He kisses my lips and laces his fingers through mine. “I told you that you couldn’t be quiet.”

Shit. I freeze. “Where’s your mom’s room?”

He waggles his eyebrows. “Next door.”

“No.” My eyes widen in horror. “Why did you let me….”

He chuckles. “Don’t worry. They’re out today.”

“Asshole.” I punch him in the gut.

“You like it rough.” He leers and sweeps me off my feet, carrying me through the room, and unceremoniously drops me in the middle of the bed. His semi-erect cock sways with his movements.

I grab a pillow and thrust it under my head. “You’re evil.”

“Why?” He tips his head back as he studies me. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. The strength of his thighs. The flatness of his abs. Those impressive biceps. Lord, I’m a lucky woman.

“You’re like the male version of a voodoo punani. I can’t get enough of your dick.” I wiggle my finger at him. “Come here and service me. My king.”

“Baby.” He strokes his cock, bringing it back to life. “I want to service you every day for the rest of your life.”

My heart skips a beat. “Really?”

His face flushes as he licks his lips and bites on the bottom one. “I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t want to push you so soon.”

I launch onto my hands and knees, crawl over to the side of the bed, and haul him down on top of me.

“You’re going to have to pry me off with a spatula. If you aren’t careful, I’ll hump your leg.” I giggle until tears fill my eyes. “Shit. I already did that.”

He cups my face. “Charlotte?”

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