Page 20 of Drown in You

His gray eyes hood. “Put my cock inside you, sweetheart.”

I smirk when he hisses as I grind his tip against my clit first. He made me suffer in anticipation, so the least I can do is return the favor.

I rub his tip down my slit, spreading my wetness over the condom before slowly sinking onto him.

My breath hitches, every muscle in my body stiffening at the burning stretch. I’ve barely gotten his tip inside me and I already feel so full.

His hands tighten on my hips. “Take it like a good girl.”

I try to be a good girl, I really do. But when I sink lower and lower until finally reaching the point that I can’t take any more, I reach down and find that I can still wrap my hand around the rest of his cock.

He smirks. “You’ve got a few inches to go, sweetheart.”

“Some things are impossible and getting your entire dick inside me is one of them.”

He shakes his head, fisting my hair like he did earlier, sending tingles of anticipation skittering down my spine. “You can take it.”

With that, he yanks my hair back and drives his cock up into me.

A scream rips from my throat almost as loud as when he was making me come, and his thumb circles my clit wildly, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body to loosen my taut muscles and stretch my pussy for him.

My nails bite into his bare shoulders, and I cry out when he thrusts into me again, the bursts of pleasure making my head grow lighter and eyes cross.

He circles an arm around my back to anchor me in place as he repositions us with his legs under him to give him some leverage. He thrusts into me once, twice, panting against my shoulder. “Bounce on my cock.”

His order is breathless, desperate, so I muster up as much strength as I can and rock my hips up before slamming back down.

We both moan, hearts pounding against each other’s chests.

I’m not sure why he wants to keep me on top instead of just flipping me on my back and finishing this in two seconds, but I’ll happily go along with it. This angle is so deep and surprisingly intimate for two complete strangers, our bodies entwined and pressed flush together, our breaths mingling and his gaze boring into mine.

We fuck like two people who’ve known each other for a lifetime, not like two strangers who don’t even know the other’s name.

Whoever he is, he is no mortal man. He’s a god.

“You’re gonna make me come,” he pants as I bounce on his cock faster. A warning and a plea.

I clutch him to me to breathe the dirty words in his ear. “I want to feel your cock throb when you come inside me.”

His groan is abrupt and sharp, eyes rolling as the pleasure overtakes him. The arm around my back anchors me in place as I keep rocking against him, and I yelp when his cock gives a hard throb inside me. “Fuck.”

Even though most guys stop thrusting when they come, he doesn’t stop me from rocking against him as he spills into the condom.

My movements get slower and slower, coming down from his orgasm with him as he did for me.

We’re both sweaty and breathless, panting and clinging to each other.

Holy shit. That just happened. I just had the best sex of my life with a total stranger.

Too bad this is nothing more than a one-night stand. I could do this over and over, at least five times a day until I die.

He inhales a deep breath, and for some reason, just listening to this man breathe is sexy. “That’s the hardest I’ve ever come in my life.”

My chest floods with pride. He doesn’t know it, but I have a major praise kink. My praise kink and my mask kink are forever at war over the horny part of my brain. “Me too.”

I’ve lied to make someone feel good about themselves before. To spare their feelings. Chronic people pleasers are notorious liars. We lie like we breathe air.

But I’m not lying now. That seriously was the hardest I’ve ever come in my life. The worst part is that’s probably the last time I’ll ever come that hard.

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