Page 37 of White Hole

George pounded me roughly, holding the back of my neck. My eyes latched onto his crystal blue ones. He rested his forehead to mine for a moment before he sucked on my neck roughly. He spread my legs so wide he was at a 90-degree angle with his hips pumping inside me.

“Oh my god! So big!” I cried out.

His fullness made me feel whole, and each time his hips met mine, my clit tingled with the anticipation of another orgasm. Combined with his hot breath on my neck, the stretch in my core made my legs quiver.

Backing up, he grabbed my waist and flipped me over to my stomach. “You’re gonna take it like a big girl.” A sharp smack landed on my ass, and I jolted.

George stood at the foot of the bed and yanked me to him. One of my bent legs was up and resting on the mattress. The other was standing on the ground. My back was against his sculpted chest. He dipped down and entered me. He had almost full control of my body and pulled my hips into his.

I moaned at how deep he got. When I turned my head to look behind me, he captured my lips with his, and we kissed deeply, tonguing each other in the madness of lust.

“No one else will ever do it for you after this, Sins.” He railed into me. “This is it for you. The best sex you’ll ever have.”

George was right. No one else could measure up. Literally.

“Sins?”

“That’s what you are. My Sins. Only your body can save me. Your wetness is cleansing me.” He panted, strokes growing deeper. Reaching between us, he thumbed my clit in pressured circles. Ecstasy ripped through my body. Twisting, I laced my arm around his neck, trying to grab him however I could, while everything tightened within me. My toes curled inside my boots at the height of my orgasm. All my muscles melted into jelly coming down off my high as I puddled in his arms.

“How long has it been for you?” George asked.

“A-a long time.” I panted.

“You clean?”

“Yes. Why?”

George pulled out and tore off his condom. “These things don’t fucking fit me. I’m clean. You okay?”

“Yeah.” I noticed he didn’t ask about birth control.

As soon as I answered, he pushed back inside me. The sensation I felt before was nothing compared to the velvety goodness that encapsulated my insides.

George’s head rolled back. “Fucking hell. Princess, every wet, hot, tight inch of you feels amazing.” He gripped my neck and pummeled into me. “Fuck, I want to shoot all my cum inside you. You ready?”

“Yes!” Thinking about his balls emptying into me made me so hot that I was ready to climax again.

He punched his hips a few more times and reached forward to rub my clit. When he did, I came so hard my legs gave out. He wrapped his arms around me and used my pussy as a toy, plunging deeply inside while my inner muscles contracted around his massive pole.

“Fuck!” George groaned loudly and filled me so much I thought I would explode. When he pulled back, the full load squirted out from between my thighs and ran down into my thigh-high faux suede boots. Ugh, cleaning them would be a bitch.

George lifted me and threw my body like a ragdoll onto his bed.

He collapsed on top of me in the blankets. “You’re staying here.” His voice was muffled while his face was buried into the bed.

“Okay.” I was sleeping over at George’s. Weird. It was like sleeping with an enemy. I unzipped my boots and tossed them to the side of the bed. “I have to leave early. I’m running a marathon tomorrow.” Although I was unsure how I would run when I knew I couldn’t walk after tonight.

“Oh, yeah,” he said like he already knew.

“I can leave if you want me to since I have—”

“You’re not fucking leaving. Can a guy enjoy his high?”

“Sorry, I just—”

Lifting his head from the mattress to stare me down, he said, “Do I need to fuck you again already to shut you the fuck up? If so, give me ten minutes.” George grabbed me into a giant bear hug and sucked on my neck. His skin was sweaty, and his chest rose and fell rapidly. I snuggled further into him. It was peaceful. “That’s it, princess. Just relax.” The wall of his chest vibrated as he spoke, lulling me into a trance.

He tossed his blankets over us. Within one minute, his breathing was steady and deep. Wow. Georgewouldbe one to sleep like a rock. In the comforting weight of his arms, and under his hot breath landing on my skin, I was able to sleep soundly.

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