Page 19 of Finding Out

“I’m so close,” she moaned, meeting me stroke for stroke.

Stomach tightening and spine tingling, I drove into her without mercy, close to the edge myself but wanting to make this last for her.

Her nails bit into my arms, and her legs shook. “Tom. Yes. Oh God, Tom.”

“Fuck.” I groaned as she clenched around me. Pulsing over and over. But I didn’t stop. I wanted more.

“Again,” I demanded, gritting my teeth against my own fierce need. I wasn’t ready for the moment to end. I held myself back, desperate to feel her come over and over again on my bare cock.

“I can’t,” she cried, her voice shaky and hoarse.

“You will.” I shifted to my knees, dragging her hips up, angling her just right, and slowed my thrusts, savoring the way she spasmed around my dick with the aftershocks of her orgasm. With one deepthrust after another, I worked, taking my cues from her reactions and shifting slightly until her eyes popped wide.

“Oh shit. There.”

She reached for my hips, but I tsked and batted one hand away. I would be the one controlling her body. I would be the one to give her the pleasure her pussy literally wept for.

“I need—” She panted, throwing her head back.

“Tell me what you need, and I’ll make it happen, baby girl.”

She shuddered, her chest heaving. “I need you to play with my clit.”

Without argument, I rubbed slow, firm circles where she needed me most.

Instantly, her eyes rolled back. “How do you feel so good?”

“Because my dick was made to make your pussy quiver.”

She clenched around me. Damn, my girl loved the dirty talk.

“Only my cock can make you feel this way. Because—” My stomach tightened, catching me off guard, and my spine tingled. Gritting my teeth to hold back my own release, I sped up, plunging into her hard and fast, still working her clit until her pussy pulsed around me.

Black spots dotted my vision as I rocked into her, drawing out my strokes until they were torturously slow. Sinking deep and grinding my hips against hers.

“Tom,” she moaned, coming a third time.

Only then did I let myself go. I came so hard I worried my legs would cramp. But I couldn’t stop. The pleasure, the need, the desire all mingled into an inferno of emotion as I filled her with my cum, truly marking her as mine. It went on and on until I was emptied out. Out of breath, out of my mind. Then, boneless, I collapsed next to her, holding her against me.

“You’re amazing.” With a kiss to the top of her head, I forced myself up. She needed to be worshipped in an entirely different way now, so I slipped out of bed and shuffled into the kitchen.

Warm towel and cold-water bottle in hand, I walked back into the bedroom and was met with wide, confused eyes. She was sitting on thebed with my T-shirt in her hand, as if she was contemplating whether to put it on.

I eyed the shirt and cocked a brow. “That’s a waste of your time and mine. I’ll just take it off you again.” I handed her the bottle of water. “Drink and then lay back.”

Her worried gaze dropped to my hands. “You don’t need?—”

“Yes I do. I’ll say it again. You’re with a man now. Not a boy.” Lightly pushing on her shoulder, I forced her back. Once I’d cleaned her up, I pulled back the blankets.

“You want me to stay in here?” Her voice cracked.

Fuck, the uncertainty in her tone was so foreign. I wanted nothing more than to wash it away.

“If my dick is inside you, then you sleep in my arms.”

For a moment, she assessed me, but without argument, she slipped under the sheet. As I settled in beside her, she turned and rested her head on my chest. A peace flooded me as we lay tangled together, just breathing. How the hell could someone so wrong for me feel so right in every way that mattered?

She swallowed audibly, tentatively resting her hand on my abdomen. “Is this okay?”

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