Page 52 of Ask Me Something

“That’s it, honey. Let it go.”

I did, but he wasn’t letting up. I’d never experienced consecutive orgasms and wondered if it was possible to pass out from pleasure.

“Another one. Come in my mouth again, gorgeous.”

“I can’t—”

“Yes, you can. You will.” He was unyielding with his assault, commanding I come again.

After the second orgasm, my body felt like it had been put through an entire workout. My lungs burned from breathing hard, and my arms ached from holding my hands tightly together above my head.

“I want you inside of me,” my voice hoarsely pleaded as I watched him work his way up my stomach to my breasts.

“Patience, Sasha. I won’t be denied worshipping your delicious body. I’ve waited too damn long. You’re better than the fantasy.” He sucked on one nipple and then teased the other, rolling it between his fingers. “Have you ever had someone fuck these gorgeous breasts of yours?”

I shook my head and closed my eyes, picturing him doing just that.

He tsked. “More for me, and I’m greedy. You should know that. I won’t ever get enough of you.”

The thrill of that statement shot through me. I was fascinated when he hovered over me, bringing my hands down next to my body.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

As I complied, he slid another pillow under my hips before thrusting into me, filling me to the hilt in one motion. We both groaned in pleasure at the swift intrusion. His eyes met mine. All I could do was watch him watch me while he drove deeply with long, deliberate strokes.

“I—Oh, God—” My body, which I was convinced was out for the count, started to respond again.

He was unrelenting, pounding deep over and over, causing pure electricity to course through my body. His fingers entwined in my hair, and my hands ran over his back, feeling his taut muscles. He shifted his weight and pinned my hips down to the bed.

I was thankful now for the pillows that allowed some leverage for me to meet his thrusts. The rhythm of his heavy balls slapping the curve of my ass was driving me mad. With a flick of his fingers reaching between us to my engorged nub, I was done for. I careened over the edge, relishing the primal growl ripped from his throat in satisfaction. With one final plunge, he collapsed on top of me.

We both lay like that for a while before he eased out. He maneuvered to the side and pulled me on top of his chest.

“You all right?” he whispered.

I nodded dumbly.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure what to say.” Did I want to admit that it had been life changing? How was I ever supposed to have sex with another man again? That thought left a crumb of fear that I didn’t want to examine.

“For starters, was that better than fine and better than the vibrator?”

I pushed up on his chest and looked him in the eyes. “It was a lot better than fine, although the vibrator does have some advantages.”

He arched a brow. “Such as?”

“For one, it could be ready for another round right now.” I squealed when I was unceremoniously flipped onto my back, and he impaled me on one thrust. He obviously hadn’t yet softened fully.

“Jesus, I was only kidding.” I shifted my hips to accommodate his ever-growing size.

He nipped at my ear, thrusting again. “What were you saying?”

“I was saying how you’re part machine and superior to the vibrator.” I reached up, stroking down his shoulders and then his biceps.

“Look at me while you touch me. Don’t close your eyes.”

His demanding tone fueled my arousal. I gripped his muscular backside. We moved with eyes locked on one another for several strokes. Then he stilled.

“Turn over. Up on your knees.” He pulled out, and moved the pillows in front of me. “Rest your elbows on the pillows and grab the slats of the headboard.”

I moved as instructed, and he pulled my ass further into the air. Pushing back into me, he went deeper in this position than the previous one. I could already feel myself ready to climax yet again.

“Your ass is definitely my second favorite thing.” His hands caressed, squeezed, and then gripped, holding me in position while he pumped hard and fast. Then his fingers reached around to ensure the orgasm came exactly when he wanted it to.

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