I groaned with the delicious intrusion, rocking my hips to accept him deeper. He obliterated my senses, giving me nothing but pleasure and taking me to climax within minutes.
“I want you naked.” He pulled out and stood me up with his help. Then he unzipped my dress, allowing it to fall. Next came my bra.
“Get on your knees, gorgeous.”
Although I was a bit unsteady, drunk either on alcohol or lust, I moved to my knees on the edge of my bed, squeaking when he grabbed my hips. He lined me up to his cock and then pressed back inside, driving to the hilt in one motion. We both gasped in unison at how deep he was.
Unrelenting in his thrusts, he brought me to orgasm quickly, but he wasn’t satisfied. Instead, he pounded harder, faster, the sounds of slapping skin reverberating in the room. His fingers reached around to play with my clit before he lubricated his finger with my wetness. He moved it back, pressing against my back hole, causing me to scream with the next climax. My entire body was on fire. I vaguely heard him grounding out his own orgasm before I collapsed on the bed, straight onto my stomach.
I doubted I’d ever move from this spot. Thankfully, he took charge, turning down the bed and then lifting me up and putting me in it. My quickly drooping eyes watched as he climbed in beside me and then gathered me into his body.
Huh. Brexy was a snuggler.