Page 86 of Yours Truly

“You look beautiful taking me,” he rasps, making me clench all around him. “Whoa, whoa, none of that, not yet. Not until I pound you out and make you fucking scream for God.”

“Trace,” I whimper, needing him to pick up his pace, thirsting for his mouth on me, hungering for more.

His smirk lights my soul on fire. “Who’s begging now, baby?”

I arch off the bed, seeking out more of him, but he stops me, pressing a palm flat on my groin. The arm holding him up torques as he applies pressure to my lower half. “No, Firecracker. No. You get what I give you. Got it?”

I nod, loving the role reversal, my mind a scorched mess from his commands.

“Now, are you ready?” he asks, eyes dancing with mine.

I nod.

“Reach behind you, grab the headboard, and don’t let go until I’m dripping out of you, got it?” he questions quietly, his tone gentle, as if he’s not delivering the hottest orders.

I nod again as his hand comes back to the other side of my head. Reaching up, I curl my hands around the wooden headboard.

His strokes build momentum, each slick glide of his hard cock through my soft flesh builds intensity. His eyes never leave mine as he pumps and thrusts between my splayed legs. “You want my cum, don’t you, Firecracker?”

Briefly, his eyes flash to the sticky cum drying on my tits. “You want it on you and in you, but mostly in you, isn’t that right?”

The headboard slams into the wall as I cry out, screaming more! Harder! Faster! Yes! Please!

“You want me to leave you so full that you can’t take a step for a week without my cum dripping down your thighs,” he groans, swiveling his hips, the head of his cock nudging something deep inside me.

I clench around him, throwing my head back, basking in the building pressure. My heart flutters and my toes curl. “Trace,” I moan, reading the signs. “I’m gonna come.”

“Yeah you are,” he says, rutting into me harder, his hips aggressive between my legs. My pussy burns from the roughness in which he fills it, over and over. “You’re gonna come on your man’s big dick because you’ve been wet for it all day, haven’t you? You needed my cum on your tits and on your fingers because you just couldn’t wait, isn’t that right, Firecracker?” He groans, and then it’s over. His cock and his mouth take me out, and my world goes dark as my pussy seizes, exploding all around him in heady bursts. Clenching and throbbing, my hips buck off the bed, my words jumbled in chaos as I writhe and come.

“Shit, Ivy,” he grits, and then I feel it.

The first time I’ve ever felt it. And with the only one I ever want to feel it with.

Cum flooding me. Thick, hot waves of his release, inundating my abdomen, riding back up his shaft and down my ass. His cock pulses, and the twitch of his orgasm inside me has me bucking again, finding a second release.

“Yes, Trace, come deep,” I urge and moan, thrashing beneath him as his cum spreads through my hips. We come, and come down together, leaving me a stuffed and sated heap.

Finally, when he’s grunted for the last time, he slides out, peering down between my legs to watch his cum follow. Reaching down, I dip into the mess, fingering myself to feel what he left inside me, watching his face while I do.

“Ivy, you are just—” He shakes his head, still watching his orgasm streak out of me.

“Your girlfriend,” I finish, giddy as I say the word girlfriend.

His eyes travel my bare, sticky body and come to mine. “I was going to say the sexiest woman alive but I guess that’s interchangeable with girlfriend.” Trace wastes no time in scooping me up, setting me down on the bath mat before starting the shower.

“There’s soap and shit in there, probably not the good-smelling shit you use but?—”

“It’s fine,” I tell him, waving my hand beneath the spray to test the temperature. “You wanna get in with me?”

He shakes his head, pressing his lips to mine. “I’m gonna change the sheets and get us some water.” Scratching the back of his head, he looks into the spray a moment then at me. “You, uh, you want to sleep here?”

I reach out and pinch his nipple before stepping under the stream of hot water, letting him watch me for a moment with the curtain pulled open. “Let me ask you this,” I start, grabbing the bar of soap from the ledge. “Do you want me to sleep over?”

He nods. “Fuck yes.”

“Me too.”

Then we stand there smiling like total dipshits before I yank the curtain shut and smile alone in the shower stall, where it’s far less corny. “You really don’t want a shower?” I ask again as he brushes his teeth at the sink.

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