Page 65 of Blindside Love

Looking at him like this, standing in front of me, fifty percent naked and 100 percent sexy as fuck, I feel my core throbbing with the promise of wanting every nasty, dirty thing this man has planned for me tonight.

“Flip over. I want you on your hands and knees. Ass up for me,” he growls, watching me with an intensity that is just on the edge of nervousness but still hot as fuck. I’m not sure how long I stare at him, but his irritation is evident. “Now, kitten, I think I’ve been patient enough.”

Without another thought, I flip up, lifting my hips in the air as I slide back to the edge of the bed. I feel his hands grip my ankles, tugging me further towards him. His hand comes down on my ass with a firm slap. “Ass up, kitten. Now.”

I do as he says, immediately lifting my hips up into his waiting hands.

“You’re such a good girl for me, kitten,” he whispers, his raspy voice barely audible as he moves his hip forward, gripping his cock as he slides it through my wetness. I can’t help the moan that falls from my lips, but who could blame me? Praise and a man who knows how to use his cock? Sign me up.

He’s been edging the fuck out of me all night to the point that I’m surprised I didn’t come when he touched my leg in the restaurant. Lord knows I was wet enough to be ready and willing for just about anything.

He starts to slide in, not stopping as he thrusts his hips forward until he’s sheathed completely inside of me, his hips pressed against my ass.

“Fuck,” I moan, my body adjusting to his size as he stretches me out in one go. “You’re too big for shit like that, Trev. Gotta let me warm up a bit.”

He ignores me, slowly sliding out before slamming back in, his thrusts hard and steady, and each time he hits my g-spot, I feel my breath hitch, the tingling starting down in my toes.

“Our entire fucking night was just one big warm-up, kitten. You’ve been teasing me all night, wearing this dress and these heels. Fuck, I’ve been imagining bending you over and fucking you in this dress, your heels digging into my back for hours. So first, I’m going to fuck you like I wanted to in that dark alley before we were so rudely interrupted by a bunch of fucking cock blocks. Then I’m going to take my time with you, fucking you slow and sweet.”

“O-kay,” I moan as he slams in again, this time even harder.

He starts thrusting faster, his cock sliding in and out at a pace that’s almost difficult for me to keep up with. Each time, he hits the bundle of nerves deep inside of me that I’d once believed to have been a myth. He finds it every fucking time, making sure that I shatter around him in seconds. He grips my hair firmly in his hand, pulling up just enough to force me to arch my back, the angle changing just enough that I’m seeing stars.

As I scream out, an orgasm crashing into me, I hear Trevor chuckle behind me, but he doesn’t slow down. If anything, he goes harder, faster, proving just how relentless he is.

“You like it when I fuck you rough, don’t you, dirty girl?” Trevor growls as his hands grip my hips hard enough that I’m positive I’ll have bruises tomorrow.

I try to nod, but I’m not sure I’m successful as the hand holding my hip starts rubbing soft circles against my clit. His thrusts have slowed, but they haven’t stopped.

“Answer me, kitten. I want you to use your words.”

“Yes, I like it when you fuck me rough,” I whisper as he slides out of me fast enough that I fall forward on his bed, my face in a pillow as I struggle to catch my breath. I hear his pants fall to the floor before I feel his hands on me, flipping me over so that I can see him. His hands reach for my leg, his fingers finding the zipper on my thigh-high leather boots, slowly sliding it down as he slips my first boot off, setting it down with care next to his bed.

He repeats the same thing on my other boot, his eyes watching me intently the entire time. I feel his fingers on my calf, slowly undoing the zipper. Grabbing the hem of my dress, he slides it up until he can get up and over my head.

Seeing as I wasn’t wearing panties or a bra, we’re now both completely naked, and fuck, I feel my pussy throbbing, already wanting him back inside of me, and we’ve already orgasmed.

Greedy bitch—oh well, he made her that way.

Before Trevor, I was happy enough to just have sex, and if there was an orgasm, that just meant I was a lucky bitch that day. But with Trevor, the first two orgasms are usually just warmups, and now I truly feel like the luckiest bitch in the world.

He doesn’t say anything as he grins, grabs his belt, and climbs onto the bed, placing the belt next to him as he leans back against the headboard, propped up on the pillows with a cocky grin as he watches me ogle him. No shame in my game. His huge cock is hard, pointed up angrily as my arousal still coats him.

“C’mere, pretty girl. I want to watch you ride my cock,” his deep voice says, barely a whisper, yet I move immediately. I crawl over to him, sliding one leg over him so I’m straddling him. His hands immediately grip my hips possessively as I hold myself up against his chest.

Lining him up with my center, I start to slide down, slowly taking him inch by inch. The angle is different than before, and I still need to stretch to take him in completely.

His nails dig into me as he throws his head back against the pillows, his hands holding me in place. “Fuck, kitten,” Trevor growls as I sit all the way down in his lap. “You’re suffocating my cock. Unless you want this to last less than five seconds, I need you to give me a minute.”

I giggle, unable to help myself, but apparently, that was the wrong choice as Trevor’s hand quickly goes to my throat, gripping me tightly as he holds me in place.

“Kitten, giggling is also something I need you not to do. If you do, and you clench down on my cock again, I promise I’m going to be pumping you full of my cum in the next ten seconds.”

I feel my face flame immediately, and I wish I could say it was because what he’s saying is so ridiculous. I mean, hell, we’ve just admitted our feelings to each other. But I’d be lying if I said seeing him with Addy didn’t make me crave to see him with a baby of his own one day. But with how crazy my life is right now, the thought of him filling me with his cum should not be the turn on that it is.

I moan as his thumb finds my clit, his eyes staring intently at me.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” he says, his eyes watching mine as he rubs small circles against my clit. “You liked me talking about filling you with my cum.”

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