Page 64 of Baby Love

“You look like you’ve been pulled through a wind tunnel backward,” P’Big says, chuckling softly, helping to get the sand off us after the final take.

Glancing at P'Park, I see his hair is sticking up from where I tugged at it. I'm sure mine looks similar. There's an outdoor shower at the edge of the beach, and we use it to get the rest of the sand off us before drying off with towels we brought from the hotel and putting on our clothes.

As we walk across the parking lot, my body thrums with awareness of the man beside me. I think about my calf on his shoulder and P’Park’s thrusting movements and wonder what it would be like to have him push inside me, stretching me until I’m completely full. My breathing quickens. P’Park stops a few steps ahead of me and turns around.

“Why did you stop?”

Our eyes meet, and I don’t know what kind of expression is on my face, but all of a sudden, I’m in his arms and we’re kissing again, and every brush of his lips against mine is a million times better than when the cameras were rolling, and that’s saying something because it had been pretty damn good then. When P’Park runs his hands down my back to rest on my ass, I let out a long, heart-felt groan.

“We’re pretty worked up,” P’Park pants into my neck a moment later. “We should…we should—“ I cut him off with my lips, kissing and nipping at his mouth until he pulls back and groans as though he’s in pain. “We should go to our room,” he says, and I’m certain that wasn’t what he was about to say a moment ago.

We hurry across the parking lot. We don’t look at each other on the elevator ride to our floor. It seems like an eternity before we’re inside our room and P’Park’s on me again, kissing me until my legs turn to jelly and he has to carry me to the bed. My fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt, wanting the offending garment off and out of the way. After shrugging out of it, he rids me of mine. Feverishly, I reach for the zipper of his pants as his lips find my neck, but I can’t seem to get it open, and after a few more failed attempts, I make a frustrated noise.

“Please get naked,” I beg.

P’Park immediately rolls off me and strips. I manage to get my pants and underwear off before he attacks me again with his mouth, exploring my chest with licks and nibbles that have me eagerly spreading my legs to cradle him between them.

The next time we come up for air, the arousal on P’Park’s face is clear. The way he’s looking at me—it makes me feel both powerful and afraid, and it occurs to me that this might be a good time for me to tell him I’m a virgin.

When I open my mouth, though, he licks into it, and my mind goes completely blank.

Moments later, he says hoarsely, voice full of need, “Spin. Do you want to…I mean, I have a…” He leaves off, unsure.

I nod vigorously. “Yes.”

He attacks my mouth again.

“P’Park,” I say before moaning at the sharp nips from his teeth on my nipple that shoot to my groin like arrows. When his hand slips between us to grip my hard cock, a swell of pleasure rolls over me, leaving me foggy-headed and limp. “I’m going to come if you keep that up. I–I want you inside me when I come.”

“I’m going to make you come over and over again before we’re finished,” P’Park says, gripping me again, and the combination of the promise and the sensation of his palm skimming over the head of my cock sends me reeling with pleasure so strong it hurts, and I let out a shout that P’Park muffles with his lips as my body jerks with release.

"You don’t know how much I want you,“ P’Park says as he milks the last bit of cum out of my cock, my stomach clenching with residual waves of pleasure. “You make me crazy."

Hand sliding under my right knee, P’Park raises my leg as he did during the scene, the muscles in my thigh straining as he holds it between us. His cock feels huge rutting against my hip bone, the skin smooth and hot against mine. I can’t believe it, but I’m hard again, cock straining against his ripped abdomen.

When he pulls away from me, P’Park’s eyes are wild. I can’t believe I put that look on his face. As he reaches for his bag at the foot of the bed, I know I need to tell him.

“P’Park.”

He looks at me, a bottle of lube in his hand.

“I think I should tell you I’ve never gone all the way before.”

He looks puzzled for a moment, like it’s taking some time for the words to sink in and make sense, and then his eyes heat with an inner fire and he’s on me again, kissing me with a fervor that melts my bones into the mattress.

“Knees up,” he says when he next pulls away and pours some of the lube into his palm. Then he leans down and kisses me while his finger probes between my ass cheeks. My arousal has me relaxed and calm, and the slippery intrusion doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.

Running my hands over his smooth, muscular back, I give myself over to P’Park’s kisses and the feel of his body trembling against mine. His finger stretching me begins to feel good, but when he adds a second finger, I pull my mouth from his with a small cry. P’Park’s so far gone, kissing my neck while rutting against me, that the sound doesn’t even register.

“So sexy. God, I can’t wait to feel you around me,” he murmurs, and twists his fingers in a way that sends sparks of pleasure up my spine.

Removing his fingers, P’Park takes a moment to sheath himself with a condom before returning to kiss me some more. I could kiss him forever. When he finally brings the head of his cock to my opening and begins to push inside, I’m glad his face is buried in my neck because I can’t keep the pain from showing on my face. It really hurts. I hold my breath as P’Park continues to enter me. He’s being really gentle, especially for how worked up he is, but the pain has me digging my fingers into his shoulders and clenching my teeth. He’s long and thick.

When he starts to rock, I squeeze my eyes shut.

“You feel like fucking heaven,” P’Park sighs into my ear. His words spark a flame inside me, and I clench around his cock.

“Oh my fucking God,” P’Park groans. With a growl, he scoops up my legs and begins pounding into me. It’s both uncomfortable and pleasurable at the same time. I like being filled with him. I like wrapping myself around his body, his heart beating against my chest. I like the noises he makes and the way he stares down at me in wonder for long moments before diving for my mouth again. I feel owned, protected, loved.

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