Page 138 of Never Forever

“Fucking gorgeous,” I said.

“You say that to all the pussies,” she said, smiling up at the ceiling. Her hands in my hair.

“No way,” I said. “Yours is special.”

She fisted her hand in my hair and I made her come on my tongue and with my fingers, until she was pushing me away.

“Stop,” she breathed. “I can’t come again.”

“Oh, I think you can,” I said. My cock had never been so hard.

“Matt,” she moaned, and I turned her over on her side and slipped under the covers behind her. She was boneless and sweet and warm. Pliable. The devil in me wondered what I could do to her when she was like this. So eager and hot and ready.

I lifted her leg up and back over my hip, notched myself to her pussy, her heat spilling over my knuckles. She moaned and pushed back against me. She was so wet she was practically dripping. I laughed and sucked her ear lobe.

“You’re going to come again,” I said to her. “You’re going to come on my cock.”

“Matt…”

I thrust into her and she arched her back hard. I slipped my arm under her body so my hands could touch her breasts. I stroked her nipples, twisting just a little until she was fucking herself against me.

“There you go,” I whispered. “Just like that. You feel so fucking good on my cock.”

She whimpered in her throat and pitched herself forward, finding an angle so she could push back on my cock harder.

“Matt,” she gasped. A question and a plea.

“I thought you couldn’t?” I teased her.

“Please. Matt.”

Yeah, I couldn’t resist this girl when she begged. I pulled her close, slipped my hand down her stomach to her pussy. I found her clit and gave her the pressure she needed. She fucked me, writhing on my cock, until she came again. A wild hard clench. A swallowed scream. The muscles in her stomach hard under my hand.

“There you go,” I said, talking her down. Stroking into her slowly and carefully. She was limp against me and so I moved her, rolling her onto her stomach bracing myself over her. She reached forward, wrapping her hands around my wrists, holding on.

I braced my knees out wide and fucked her until I couldn’t hold back anymore. I roared, exploding inside of her. Filling her.

I collapsed beside her, trying to catch my breath. She rolled over, curled up on her side. Not touching me.

“What?” I said, feeling her watching me.

“You always make me come before you come.”

“You complaining?” I opened one eye to look at her.

“I’m just saying…you don’t always have to do that.”

“Carrie. Of course, I have to do that. I’d make you come a million times if I could control myself.”

“You don’t have to control yourself,” she said. “That’s what I’m saying.”

I thought of the first time we had sex, the way I’d hurt her. The way I was certain I’d hurt her in my bedroom weeks ago. She hadn’t been able to hide that sharp gasp of pain.

Nope. I would always have control.

We spentthe day reading and napping in front of the fire. But night was falling and we weren’t spending any more time on the floor.

The alternative wasn’t great, either.

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