Page 24 of That's a Wrap

Peter looks confused for a second. Then it hits him and he smirks. “Ella Kate, are you asking me to fuck you raw?”

God, his words are filthy and I love every bit of it.

“Yes,” I breathe out.

“You sure this is what you want? I’ll stop if you change your mind, but it just might kill me.” He chuckles—though there’s a tortured look on his face.

“I won’t. I won’t change my mind. Please,” I beg.

I know he’d never do anything to hurt me and I’m praying my birth control won’t fail us. But I’m desperate to be with him like this. I can’t explain why. I just need it.

Without saying anything else, Peter lines himself up and slowly pushes forward. At his practically glacial pace, I can feel every inch of him stretching me out, until he’s fully inside me and there’s nowhere left for him to go. My breathing has become labored and he kisses up my chest to my ear.

“What a good girl you are, letting me fill you up completely,” he whispers as he pushes against me, even though our bodies are already flush together. He keeps up his casual pace while carefully thrusting his hips, and I begin to soar from the blissful sensations.

I was so close to an orgasm when his mouth was on my pussy. Now, he’s taking me back to that edge, building me up with each glide of his dick, sending zips of lightning shooting through me. I’m gasping and quivering as I reach out and tug him to me, wrapping my body around his while digging my nails into his back.

“Peter, I’m going to come,” I moan.

“Not yet,” he tells me, with a firm suckle on my hardened nipple. “Stay right where you are, sweetheart. I want you to feel this a little bit longer.”

He sounds so composed while I’m about to fall apart, and it just doesn’t seem fair. I press my hips down and clench around him, squeezing him with my velvety core. His pace falters and he groans in my ear. It’s one of the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard and I desperately want to hear it again.

“Naughty girl,” he says, breathless, but the way he says it, being naughty doesn’t seem like such a bad thing.

My hips start to roll. He holds me down with one hand, using the other to pinch my clit. My back bows and I cry out from the extra stimulation.

“I can’t,” I whine, feeling ecstasy-filled tears prick my eyes. “I can’t hold back. Please, let me?—”

“Just a little longer,” he tells me again as he increases to a punishing pace.

I feel like I’m on fire while a few tears leak from the corners of my eyes. I can hear my pussy gushing my arousal as our bodies loudly slap together. If he makes me wait any longer, I think I might combust.

Just when I feel like I can’t take anymore, Peter pushes into me one last time and grits out, “Now, baby. Now, you can come for me.”

Everything explodes as my orgasm crashes into me, and I’m dragged under a wave of euphoria. My head falls back onto the bed while my thighs squeeze his hips, and my pussy clamps down on his pulsing cock like the tightest vise. I’m shaking and gasping and practically having an out-of-body experience that I never want to end.

Peter grunts as his cock twitches while he shoots his hot cum inside me. The thought of him marking my pussy as his has me squeezing around him even tighter. He rocks us together as we lie there, his dick impossibly deep inside me for what feels like minutes on end.

When his cock finally softens, he carefully pulls back and I shiver at the feeling of his cum spilling out of me. In my dazed state, I don’t notice him leave until he comes back and begins gently wiping at my tender pussy with a warm, damp cloth. After cleaning us up, he slips into bed, pulling the blankets over us and spooning me.

“That was intense,” I admit, when my voice finally returns.

He kisses behind my ear, tugging me closer into his embrace. “It was amazing, just like you.”

I hum and let my eyes fall closed, dozing off to the light tickle of his lips on my neck and his hand splayed across my stomach.

“Will you stay with me, Ella Kate?” he whispers, and for a moment, I think he means for more than tonight. But surely that’s not what he meant, and I quickly dismiss the notion.

I don’t even have the energy to verbally answer, let alone actually get up and leave, so I simply nod and let sleep take over.

With his arms around me and his chest against my back, I feel… hopeful. Maybe this crazy thing could work out after all.

Would dating Peter be so bad?

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PETER

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