Page 32 of Shameless

“If I fuck you now, I’m gonna come so fast that you’re not going to get anything from it. I need you to come for me first. Don’t move.”

He drags his shaft over my slit again and again and it feels so good but it still isn’t enough.

His fingers follow the same direction but rather than tracing my skin like he did before, they move to the front of me finding my aching clit.

“Oh.” I gasp when he pinches my swollen bundle of nerves between two fingers.

“Ready, baby?” he asks, releasing me.

I expect him to pinch me again. I’m dying for him to pinch me again. I hadn’t realized how close I was to coming until he touched me there.

But Crew doesn’t do what I expected.

His entire palm comes crashing down on my pussy.

“Oh my God.” I cry out.

It stings at first, but a second later a wave of unexpected pleasure floods me, making my clit pulse with an intensity I never felt before.

“Crew.” I beg again, but this time I don’t move.

Another firm tap is my undoing and as I writhe with my face buried in my comforter, Crew cups me, rubbing his palm against my clit, massaging me firmly until my cries of ecstasy subside.

My body goes limp, my mind blank for a few blissful moments.

I turn my head, still on the comforter, to look up at Crew behind me.

My heart squeezes in my chest at the way he’s looking at me. His dark blue eyes are focused on me as if I were the only thing worth looking at.

He’s so perfect, with his handsome face and the body of a tattooed god, that I never want him to stop looking at me that way.

“How are you, baby?” his deep voice is calm, unhurried but I can feel his steely erection pressed against my inner thigh. His hands are holding my hips, keeping me from crashing flat on the bed.

“Good.”

Crew nods. “Do you still want me to fuck you?”

I love him for being so considerate of what I want, despite his obvious desire; but I meant what I said. My need to feel possessed by him is primal right now. I need to give myself to someone that I choose, to remind me that I have that power.

“Please Crew, fuck me.”

That’s all Crew needs to hear. He wasn’t lying before, when he said he wouldn’t be gentle.

He enters me with a single, confident thrust. I’m still soaking wet after the most intense orgasm of my life, and he sinks inside me to the hilt.

My body melts around him, aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through me.

“Fuck, Lula,” he grinds out. “You feel so tight, so soft and perfect.”

He grinds his hips, his cock pulsing inside me and it feels so good. I focus on that feeling, it’s more powerful than a hundred chemically induced trips.

Crew’s fingers keep my hips steady as he begins thrusting in and out of me at a pace that causes my heartrate to pick up.

He’s hitting a place inside me that makes my inner muscles tighten around him as pleasure spreads out from my core.

His balls are hitting my outer lips with every hard thrust and every impact reverberates to my clit.

I’m on the edge of another orgasm faster than I expected, and I realize that the moans that fill the room are coming from me.

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