Page 57 of Five Summers

“Not really, to be honest. It feels really… I don't know… weird.”

“How so?”

"I don't know," I say.

“Will I keep going?”

“What?” I hear my voice, all high-pitched and trembling.

“Should I push in further?”

“Seriously, aren’t you already in?”

His expression softens as that self-assured smirk reappears. It’s not exactly a smile, more like a conceited grin. I realize that I’ve inadvertently stroked his ego.

Leaning closer, he plants a tender kiss on my lips. His tongue delicately explores my mouth, intertwining with mine. The unhurried pace of his kisses calms my body, inducing a state of relaxation.

Then he fucks me, slowly, gently, pulling nearly all the way out and then easing back in. He breaks our kiss, but his face remains close to mine. I can feel his warm breath on my face. Every time he pushes inside, it feels like he goes a little deeper. Each time, I let out a breath, a mix of pain, pressure, warmth, and desire.

“You doing okay?” he murmurs, his face filled with concern as he continues to move in a slow and steady rhythm.

I nod.

“Use your words.”

“I’m fine,” I respond.

“You ready for more?”

More. More of his dick. Where on earth does he plan to put that?

With a gentle push, he slides all the way inside me. Wow, it’s intense. He’s in deep, his balls are squishing up against me. Everything feels weird and new.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he whispers, his body pressed tightly against mine. “Just hold on a sec before I lose it and finish inside you like a horny teenager.”

I burst into a giggle and hastily cover my mouth.

He lifts his head from my neck and gives me a grin. “Yeah, laugh all you want. Don’t hold back,” he says. “Because it’s the fucking truth.”

After a few seconds, he resumes a slow rhythm, thrusting against me, filling me.

It feels a bit strange, but it’s also kind of pleasurable.

“Fuck, you're so tight. I love how it feels. Want more?”

I’m nodding, totally speechless from the amazing sensations he’s giving me.

He slides his arm beneath me, wrapping it around my waist, lifting me so that my shoulders remain on the car hood. My back arches, with his cock still inside me.

“What are you…” I protest, but my words fade away as he effortlessly finds that sweet spot. “Oh God, please keep going,” I plead, my voice dripping with desire.

His other hand glides lower, tracing a path along my belly, before skillfully stimulating my clit with his thumb.

“When you come, I want you on my cock. Just get used to this feeling,” he whispers, his voice sending a shudder through me.

Oh hell yeah, I can certainly get accustomed to this incredible feeling, this mind-blowing sensation.

I sense him deep within me, as pleasure surges beneath his touch, rapidly intensifying. It doesn’t take long for me to reach that point of relaxation, where I can fully enjoy every sensation, especially with his intense gaze fixed upon me, observing my every move with his desire-filled eyes.

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