Page 22 of Make Me Unwind

“I promise.”

“Thank God.” He inhales and lifts me by the thighs until my legs are wrapped around his waist. With the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance, he waits. Every inch of my body screams for him to impale himself deep inside of me, but he doesn’t move. “Tell me no.”

“Yes.” I arch my hips, angling my body to accept his and lower my sex over the tip.

“Jesus,” he groans and slowly sheaths himself inside of me. With each inch, he fills me, stretching my walls. “So tight. So wet and tight. God, you feel like heaven wrapped around me.”

It’s so slow. More. I need more. I dig my fingernails into his shoulders and his control snaps. Shoving upward, he slams into me until he’s fully seated.

I whimper as my eyelids flutter shut. So good. So full. He waits as my body adjusts to him. And waits.

I snap my eyes open. “What?”

He smiles. “I’m waiting for everything to go wrong.”

“Stop.” I laugh. And with that, our movements become furious.

He slams his mouth over mine, meeting my tongue with the same intensity that he pounds into my sex. It feels so good. His cock brushes repeatedly over my taut muscles. I need more. I squeeze down on him and arch my pelvis upward.

His intensity increases–faster, deeper, more erratic. He pounds furiously into me, and I meet him thrust for thrust. I might not have had sex before, but I’ve imagined it, read about it, and watched videos. I was ready even if I might not have ever had the chance. It’s better than I expected. Way better.

He spins us around and pins my back to the wall. “I’m about to lose control, and I don’t want to drop you.” His body is slick against mine as sweat glistens on his tan skin.

“That wouldn’t be good.” My voice is raspy as I choke out the words.

He leans down and clasps his lips over my nipple and sucks. Holy cow. The sensation shoots straight from my tit to my pussy, like there’s a direct line between them. As he tugs and twists on the taut tip, I moan my approval. “So good. Don’t stop.”

He pulls back with a feral expression on his face. “Tug the other one. I can’t use both hands.”

“I….” I swallow. “Okay.” The added sensation of cupping my breast and tugging on the nipple as he sucks my flesh and slices in and out of my throbbing wetness sends a low pulsing throughout my lower body. “Oh, my God. So good.” I flex my walls over his steely length, cradling and forcing him to hit all those spots that feel so good.

“That’s it, baby,” he croons against my skin. “Squeeze my dick and don’t stop until….” He gasps as I squeeze tighter. “Don’t fucking stop ever.”

I couldn’t if he begged me to. It feels too good. We climb higher and higher as the slapping over our bodies, and the scent of our lovemaking fills the room.

Stars fill my eyes as everything darkens around me. “Don’t stop. Please,” I whimper as tears sting my eyes. If he–

My entire body convulses as he pounds relentlessly into me. The orgasm shakes me to the core. Over and over again, I ride him, convulsing and loving the feeling. “So good. So fucking good. Don’t stop.”

“Baby,” he grunts out as his body shakes against me. “Fuck.” He jerks and spasms as he thrusts one last time into me, causing his balls to slap on my ass. “Jesus.” He stiffens as heat fills my pussy, and I sag against him in exhaustion.

Chapter Thirteen

Piper

Returning to the living room after showing Asher out feels like taking a walk of shame. Moments after my earth-shattering orgasm, my brother trudged into the cabin, slamming doors and humming loudly. Asher had scrambled out of bed with a red face and a worried expression. I’d assured him Weston wouldn’t take a cheap shot at him, but I still held my breath as I walked him out.

We hadn’t even had the chance to discuss anything beyond seeing each other tonight. I swipe my hands on the shorts I’d tugged on. Is this a vacation fling? I mean, clearly, it is. But could it be more? Do I want it to be more? Yes, I do. I snap the door shut and step back inside the quaint living room. But how? He lives here with his parents, and I live in Kansas City with my mom and brother. Talk about awkwardness. Even though it feels impossible, I still want to see him after we go home.

“So….” Weston stands in the middle of the room with his hands on his hips. “What was that?”

One corner of my mouth arches upward at his big brother routine and at the memories of the first time I met Charlotte after hearing their door rattling sex in the next hotel room. “At least you came back later and didn’t have to hear anything.”

“You think?” His mouth curves upward and heat floods over me from my head to my toes.

“You didn’t hear anything, did you?” I’m going to pass out.

“No….” He chuckles and shoves a hand through his hair. “I didn’t hear anything. Thank God.” His face loses its humor. “What’s going on between the two of you?” He winces as I open my mouth. “Besides the obvious.”

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