Page 21 of Perfect Boy

“Soak my fingers, baby. Soak my fingers and then you can drench my cock too.”

Stroking him becomes less consistent as my hips rock against his fingers, and I throw my head back against the wall. My orgasm hits me like a damn Mack truck as I basically ride his hand, greedy for every second I can get out of this feeling.

“Fuck my hand, Tiny Dancer. Goddamn, you’re so fucking hot when you’re coming undone,” he grunts. “And the fact that it’s my fingers you’re soaking? Makes my dick even harder.”

I moan but am quickly quieted by his mouth on mine as my orgasm subsides.

“Can I fuck you raw?” his lips growl against mine. “Can I fill you full of my cum?”

I’ve never had sex with anyone without a condom. Yet here I am, with a man I’ve been so set against not getting involved with; it’s our first…and last…time hooking up, and I want nothing more than to feel him inside of me.

“Yes,” I cry out. “Please.”

He suddenly stops moving and looks into my eyes, brushing his thumb across my cheek. “And know that however I treat you right now, it’s not how I feel about you. I need to know that what I’ve said so far…that it’s okay with you. Because if it isn’t, I’ll stop.”

I know he’s referring to the slut word. But the truth is, the way he used it turned me on more.

“Yes,” I whisper. “This isn’t supposed to be love. This is supposed to be sex.”

His eyes grow dark, and he slowly nods. With no warning, he quickly spins me around and shoves my entire body against the wall. My cheek pushes against it, and he plunges inside of me. I yelp out in pain, yet I’m so turned on. I still want more.

One hand grips my hip, and the other moves to my throat and applies light pressure. “Is this okay?” he mutters against my ear. “Because if this is too much, I can stop.”

“Don’t. Stop,” I moan. “Please.”

Gripping my throat harder, he thrusts himself deeper inside of me. “Such a good little slut, taking every inch of my cock and loving it,” he growls before moving his hand from my hip and slapping my asscheek. “I’d love to fuck this ass, too, one day.” He leans closer, growling in my ear, “I’d love to blow my load right in your ass while I finger-fucked your pussy.” His hand comes down again, this time harder. “Would you like that, dirty girl?”

“Yes,” I cry out, not even knowing what I’m saying.

That’s nothing I’ve ever been into. Yet when Watson hisses the words, I find myself instantly agreeing to what he’s asking of me.

He fills me to the point that I feel like I’m going to break, yet I moan, desperately not wanting him to stop. His hand continues to grip my neck, and the harder he squeezes, the wetter I seem to get.

Just when I think I can’t take any more, he runs his nose between my shoulders. “Fucking Christ, you feel good.”

Releasing his hold on my neck, he pulls out of me and spins me around. He lifts me up, and my legs wrap around his waist. His length pushes inside of me, and I whimper, biting his shoulder to stop myself from crying out his name.

“Fuck, baby, I feel you dripping onto my balls. How fucking bad did you want my cock today?” His hands hold my thighs as he moves in and out before they slide to my waist, gripping tightly. As he lifts me up and down, his cock brushes me in a way that has me spiraling out of control.

“So. Much,” I admit in a weak, hushed whisper.

I feel my nipples harden as I drive my head further against his shoulder. A muffled scream escapes me but is muted by his skin.

“Fuck, I’m going to come so hard inside of you,” he grunts, driving his face into my neck, sinking his teeth into my flesh. “You feel so fucking good.”

I rake my fingernails across his back—hard—as he drives his fingertips into my sides.

“Fuck,” he groans.

We both drag in shaky breaths, and I feel him coming inside of me as I squeeze his length while my own orgasm hits. Our movements become wobbly and erratic as he sucks in a breath.

“That’s right; soak my cock,” he utters as his body quivers. “Just like I’m soaking your pussy.”

My eyes flutter shut as my orgasm takes over every inch of my being. Washing over me and leaving nothing untouched. It’s like I’m being lifted to the high heavens, into the bright lights before I finally come back down. And when I do, all I want to do is take a nap. My body is completely relaxed. Every ounce of me feels satisfied and taken care of.

As he gently sets me down, he grins at me, dragging in a breath. “Ready to get back to work?”

Cheeks flushed, hair a mess…I nod. “Yeah. I guess I am.”

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