Page 118 of Against the Clock

“It’s going to feel so good,” I tell her. “I want to fuck you while you have this inside.”

“What if it doesn’t?”

“Then we stop,” I say, enunciating carefully. “You are in charge. I want to make you feel good.” I kiss her shoulder, wanting to bite her. Wanting her so bad that my cock aches with it.

“I trust you,” she says, and her legs tremble slightly. I fucking love it. I love that she wants me so badly she shakes with her need.

Makes me feel like a goddamned champion.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I manage. A bottle of lube’s nestled in the box, and Kelsey does as I say, presenting her fuckable ass. “Tell me if it’s too much. I’m going to go slow.”

I’m so goddamned turned on by the sight of her, the tips of her breasts brushing over my bed as she arches into my hand. I rub the curve of her ass, loving the way it jiggles, then reach around, spreading her legs wider and massaging her soaked clit.

A wordless moan escapes her and I grit my teeth, making small, persistent circles that have her moving against my hand.

“Please,” she says, and I suck in a breath at the word.

With one hand, I flick open the bottle of lube, making sure to coat everything. The last thing I want to do is hurt her.

“I want this to feel good,” I remind her. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

I push the plug in gently.

She buries her head in the covers, her toes curling.

“You can take it,” I growl. “Relax, Kelsey.” I stroke her clit while I push it in, and when it’s finally fully seated in her, she raises her head, panting.

“You good?” I ask, wanting to hear it.

“I’m so turned on,” she says. “It’s weird… but good.” Kelsey wriggles her ass, and I squeeze it.

“That’s my fucking good girl.”

“I want you,” she moans. “It feels good.”

“I know you do,” I say, and she rolls over, spreading her legs for me. “Fuck.”

I throw myself on her, unable to resist any longer. I close my mouth around her nipple, my hand between her legs, wanting every bit of her, wanting to make her fucking scream my name.

“Daniel,” she says, and she’s holding on to me so tight, her teeth scraping against my chest as she grinds against my fingers. “Please.”

I thrust into her and she goes still beneath me, her eyes wide, her breath coming in quick, hot pants.

“You okay?” I say, kissing the side of her mouth, her forehead. Sweat beads on my temple and I watch her carefully.

“It’s so much.”

I pull out slowly, and it’s like a chain reaction goes off in her. Her hands grip at my shoulders, clawing into me, and she bucks against me.

“Oh fuck, Daniel, oh my god, yes.”

Grinning, I wait for her to finish, her orgasm making her clench all around me, so fucking tight that I have to hold my breath to keep from coming too.

I want this to last.

“Was it good, Kels?”

Her lips are parted, a shocked, hazy expression on her face. “So good,” she moans.

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