Page 37 of The Man I Once Hated

The tense pulsing of her walls around my stiff cock is intoxicating. With my hands on her hips keeping her in place, my tongue in her mouth diligently feeding her insatiable hunger, I find myself utterly and absolutely entranced by this woman. I can’t get enough and I’m not entirely sure that I want to.

I dig my fingers into her tender, yielding flesh and guide her into a tantalizing flow that sends an explosive charge rolling through me.

“You feel so fucking good on top of me.” I suck her lower lip into my mouth and bite down until Cara lets out a salacious moan. Only then do I release her, laving the raw spot with my tongue.

She picks up the pace, rocking her hips with fervor as just the base of my cock slides in and out along with her lustful motion. The intensity of her desire overwhelms me, stirring the knot in my gut to slowly come undone. I’m edging closer and closer to my end, but refuse to meet it until Cara is ready to join me in the fall.

It shouldn’t be hard, considering how well she performs for me. Her body is like a finely tuned instrument in my hands and I, a virtuoso. With Cara riding me like a needy vixen, I brush the straps of her dress from her shoulders and watch the thin cloth fall away to reveal her luscious, full breasts. The rosy pink, taut peaks of her nipples beckon me closer. Beg for my attention.

“Oh, God.” Cara takes in a sharp breath the moment I make contact.

I suck her nipple into my mouth, rolling and tugging the other between my thumb and forefinger. The primal ecstasy blooming within her gushes in a slick pool around my cock and my tongue darts out to flick her stiff bud. Cara arches her back, fingernails digging into my neck as slowly but surely, she starts to lose hold on the last of her restraint.

“You’re doing so good,” I commend her and greedily suck her in once again, pausing only to tease and circle as needed.

Cara’s steady rocking becomes feverish. Frantic, even, as she squirms on top of me, riding my cock as though it were her only tether to life itself. I share the sentiment, my own climax grasping at me in fitful waves that usher uncontrolled quakes throughout my body.

“I’m… close...” Her words are nothing more than a shaky, shuddering breath.

Drives me fucking crazy to hear her this way. For me. All for me.

“Come for me, baby. Take what you need.” My hands are back on her hips, clamping down, stabilizing the flow of her voracious motion.

Back and forth. Faster now. She’s so fucking wet, sliding against me with such ease, my cock throbbing dangerously with every pass she makes.

A ragged groan rips out of my chest, reverberating off the paper-thin walls of the trailer. My balls tighten. Gearing up for my eventual demise. What I hope will be our shared ruin.

Cara’s pussy clenches around my shaft and she throws back her head, a strangled moan fluttering from between her lips. Choked up. Filled up with me. God, she’s so fucking hot.

One final clench and I lose her to a series of euphoric convulsions as she cries out. Thrashing. I give in to my release while Cara is still caught up in hers. All my pent up desire erupts from me, spilling hot and unbidden into her depths, dragging an animalistic growl with it. I bury my face in her chest to try and drown out the sound as waves of pleasure crash through me.

Her body finally goes limp, and Cara collapses onto me with her full weight. All that’s left is the two of us, melded together in a twitching heap of sweaty sighs and unadulterated bliss. I give one last jerk and empty the last of me inside her. Spent.

A loud rapping at the door to her trailer makes us both jump in place. Too exhausted to cover up and hide, we simply stare at each other. Deers in headlights.

“Get your ass down to make-up.” The voice outside sounds more bored than agitated. “We start rolling in less than an hour.”

17

Cara

He makes me feel like a giddy teenager. Stolen glances on set, secret hook-ups in my trailer. The props department, the lot out back. Pretty much anywhere Edward and I can find a dark corner. We can’t keep our hands off each other and as the week ticks by after I finally gave in to him that day in my trailer, I’m beginning to realize that I like it a little more than I thought.

“You’re so full of it,” I push up on my elbows so I can look at him.

We’re sprawled on a threadbare throw on the floor of my trailer, lower limbs entangled, absolutely spent. Edward is on his back, arms folded under his head. His eyes are closed but there’s a goofy smile on his face. My heart beats faster just looking at him.

“I know I am,” he replies. “But what aspect of my bullshit are you exactly referring to?”

A low chuckle filters out of me and I bend forward to kiss his perfectly sculpted bicep. “The part where you pretend to be this arrogant, unfeeling playboy.”

I watch him closely for the reaction I suspect will come, and Edward doesn’t disappoint. He opens one eye lazily, barely, eyebrow raised.

“You have a lot of nerve calling me out after what I just did for you,” he says, a hint of a laugh in his voice.

“Just an observation,” I shrug and snuggle up to rest my head on his chest, tracing feathery patterns on his skin. “I’m not complaining, don’t get me wrong. I like that you’re secretly a big old softy.”

“Hey… Take that back right now.” Edward pokes me in the ribs, making me squirm with a case of the giggles as he escalates the situation to a full tickling session.

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