Page 43 of Foreplay on Words

“Someone is a little excited.” There was no hiding the evidence of his handiwork.

He dipped the head in, pausing as I squirmed and then retreated, teasing me. I tried rocking my hips backward, but he held me firmly with both hands as he tortured me. He continued this until I was a squirming mess, gripping the couch and biting my lip as I fought the urge to yell at him. Shy, reserved Evan from before was nowhere to be found. In his place was a man determined to make me plead for more.

When I thought I couldn’t take anymore and would go insane, his grip intensified on my hips, and he plunged in fast and hard.

“Fuck, this is going to be embarrassing,” he moaned as I panted, trying to adjust to his size. “You okay?”

“Yes. Oh, God.” I nodded as he pulled out slowly and thrust in again, harder this time. He didn’t hesitate to find his rhythm, widening the stance of his legs and angling his hips to hit me in just the right place that I almost screamed from the intense pleasure. He was forcing my hips into the side of the couch with every thrust, and I was trying to hold on as my orgasm started to build.

The volume of my moans was almost obscene as he leaned over my back. His hand slipped between my hips and the rough upholstery and found my clit while he continued ramming into me from behind.

The quick circles of his fingers, the rough pulsing of his bare cock, and his hot breath on the back of my neck set me off.

“Fuck. Oh God.” My voice was muffled as I moaned into the rough upholstery. His name was a filthy moan spilling from my lips as I clamped down on his cock and gripped the fabric under my hands as my muscles started spasming uncontrollably.

“Yes, fuck, come on me,” he groaned as he plunged into me harder, not slowing the pace of his fingers.

I was moaning uncontrollably as he leaned back and gathered my hair into one hand, the motions of his hips never stopping. As he straightened, he lightly pulled the hair in his fist, causing my back to arch.

He moved his fist back a little more and dug his fingers into my hip with the other hand as I gasped in his hold. My body was on high alert as he manipulated me for his pleasure, and I felt another orgasm start to build. This one felt different, and as it crested, I let go of all my hesitations. No man had intrigued me like this, no man had fucked me like this, and I wasn’t going to run away because I was nervous.

“Harder,” I urged, and the growl he let out as he snapped his hips forward and pulled on my hair stole my breath as the orgasm rolled through me.

“Fuck,” he grunted repeatedly and punctuated each exclamation by slamming me back into his hips. I was out of breath, and my entire body was tingly as he thrust once more and groaned as he held me tightly and pulsed inside me.

“Oh my God,” I panted as I lay face down on the couch, thoroughly out of breath. I wanted to applaud his performance, but I couldn’t move.

“Shit,” he groaned as he slowly eased himself out of me and released my hair so he could rub his hand on my ass cheeks. They still stung a little bit, but I really did not mind. “Are you sure you’re alright?” He asked as he let go of me, and I nearly slumped to the floor in a post-orgasmic puddle.

“Mmm. I’m good.” My voice was drowsy as I closed my eyes. He laughed as I heard him rustling behind me.

I cracked one eye open, and he smiled as he watched me. His pants were pulled up again, and he casually leaned against the couch beside me as he ran his hand down my hair softly like he hadn’t just wrecked me.

“How am I the only one comatose?” I wasn’t sure if I could make my limbs move, as numb and tingling as I was.

He shrugged as he began to run his fingers down my back, making me squirm.

“I hate you,” I mumbled as I looked at his smug face. He was a little sweaty, but he wasn’t panting like me.

“Pretty sure you don’t,” he teased, the blue in his eyes alight with mischief. “Come on, get dressed. Don’t make me spank that pretty ass of yours again,” he threatened as he ran his palm over my thigh.

“What’s gotten into you? I never expected to see this side of you...” I rolled to my side and stood so we were facing each other.

The content smile on his face turned more serious as he reached forward and clasped my hand.

“Hey, it’s okay...” I coaxed as I watched some of the light drain out of his eyes. Gripping his hand, I led him around the couch and sat down, pulling him beside me.

He was quiet as he took a deep breath and looked down at our interlaced fingers. “I’ve honestly never had sex like that before.”

“Really?” My eyes widened as I watched the pink stain of his blush grow on his cheeks. While he’d looked surprised after spanking me the first time, he hadn’t hesitated to continue.

“I was surprised you recognized what I was doing. Trying to be my character. Be more confident when I had no idea what I was doing.”

I thought back to how everything had transpired. It had been so close to how Detective Raines had bent Kallie over the arm of his couch but different enough that it hadn’t mattered to me in the moment. I’d told him to put himself into the scene, and it seemed he had.

“Maybe that’s what we need to do,” I mused. “Act it out.”

“Um, I’m pretty sure we already did that,” he laughed nervously. “Or did you come so hard you forgot the last five minutes?”

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