Page 168 of Beyond the Temptation: Vol 2

Dripping wet and so goddamn tight.

She feels fucking incredible.

Leila cries out when I’m balls deep with nowhere left to go, and when I pull out slowly and rock my hips, thrusting back in as deep as I can, she rakes her nails across my back, leaving marks I’m sure I’ll feel for days.

I look down at our connection. The way her pussy takes me, stretching around my cock.

“You feel so fucking good, Leila,” I tell her as I thrust in again, groaning when her cunt clenches at my praise. “Mmm. You like that, don’t you?”

A sharp gasp is my only answer as I slam into her again with a hard, deep thrust. I fuck her slowly, wanting to feel her for as long as I possibly can. I swear there’s no better feeling than being deep inside this girl. It’s so fucking intense that I’m already fighting the urge to come.

Nothing in the world could compare to this.

It's indescribable pleasure and the sweetest torture in the same vein.

I knew before I got my hands on her that one night would never be enough.

Being inside her is just another reason to fucking hate the fact that it might be all I get.

Leila is something special.

She watches me with heavy-lidded eyes, her lips parting with a sweet little mewl as I rock into her tight body again and again.

Desperate to touch as much of her as I can, I hold myself up with one arm and use the other hand to palm her tits, pinching and plucking her nipples. Needing to be even closer, I lower my body fully onto hers and bury my face in her neck. I alternate between kissing, sucking, and whispering dirty words of praise in her ears that make her moan and tighten around me with every single syllable.

I’m getting too damn close, so I pull out and flip her over, thrusting into her from behind. I’d swear it was fucking impossible, but she’s even tighter this way, on her stomach with her legs pressed together. If I thought it was too much before, this is worse in the absolute best way. The tightness, the pressure, the delicious fucking friction. Leila buries her face in the pillow, but it doesn’t do enough to muffle her cries of pleasure, the sound only spurring me on.

She feels good. Too fucking good.

I don’t know how much longer I can last.

There’s no fucking way I’m coming, not until I feel her come all over my cock.

I fuck her harder, bracing myself with one hand next to her head while I slip the other hand between her body and the bed. My fingers find her clit and I rub the sensitive bundle of nerves. She’s moaning wildly now, uttering strings of nonsensical words. I keep going, relentless in my pursuit to make her come one more time. I pinch her clit and twist it a little bit and that’s all it takes.

Leila loses it.

Totally and completely fucking loses it.

Her cunt clenches down so hard on my cock it feels like it’s going to snap from the force of it. Her entire body shakes as she comes, and comes, her mouth opening in a wordless scream as she presses her face back into the pillow.

I’m not far behind.

I plunge into her one last time, my body tensing before I shudder as a blinding, white-hot pleasure blurs my vision and ravages my other senses. A deep groan forces its way from my chest as I sink my teeth into Leila’s shoulder.

Hearing her moan because I’m coming is the perfect fucking finish.

Pressing a kiss to her shoulder, I collapse on the bed beside her and pull her body against mine. I’ll have to get up soon to deal with the condom, but I want to hold her for a few minutes.

The desire riding me to have her in my arms is new.

I can’t remember a time when I’ve ever wanted to hold a woman after fucking her.

Maybe it makes me sound like an asshole, but it’s the truth.

I don’t pick up women often anymore—it’s been over a year since the last time—but when I do, the encounter never ends with cuddling. She gets hers, I get mine, and I get gone. They all know the score, and everyone is satisfied at the end of the night.

It’s part of the reason I didn’t really hesitate to approach Leila at the bar.

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