Page 22 of Too Many Beds

“C’mon Lee, I'm ready. Fuck me, please!” I begged, too far gone to be ashamed.

Lee pulled his fingers free, and I whimpered at the loss. But then I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper and the slick sounds of him coating his cock. My hole clenched in anticipation, and I arched my back, presenting myself to him completely.

“Fuck, look at you,” Lee murmured, stroking himself. “So desperate for my cock. Don't worry, baby. I'm gonna give it to you real good.”

The blunt head of his cock nudged against my entrance, and I tried to push back, but he held my hips steady. Then, with an animalistic grunt, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth movement.

I could only whimper in response, panting as my body struggled to adjust to the intrusion. Lee was big, bigger than anyone I'd ever taken before, and the burning stretch was almost overwhelming. But that was how I wanted it. I wanted him to make me ache so badly, I’d never forget the night he made mehis.

Lee paused, giving me only a moment to adjust to the intrusion before he started to move. He set a brutal pace right from the start, hammering into me so hard the cheap headboard slammed against the wall with each powerful thrust. The room filled with the filthy sounds of skin slapping against skin and my grunts as he drove into me again and again.

His fingers curled in my hair, and he yanked my head back. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes, Lee, fuck! Just like that!” I babbled incoherently, hands fisting in the sweat-dampened sheets. “Harder, please!”

Lee snarled and somehow fucked into me even harder, hips snapping against mine hard enough that my hips and lower back felt bruised.

Still, Lee drove into me with a single-minded ferocity, like a man possessed. Each powerful thrust sent shockwaves of white-hot pleasure radiating through my body. The cheap motel mattress springs creaked and groaned under the force of his thrusts as he pounded me into the bed.

I writhed desperately beneath him, my neglected cock leaking steadily onto the cheap sheet. It was all I could do to grind against the rough cotton sheets in a desperate search for friction. The fabric felt simultaneously too coarse and not enough against my overly sensitized skin. I fisted my hands in the sweat-dampened sheets to keep from touching myself, determined to follow Lee's orders and come on his cock alone, but I was so close. So dangerously, deliciously close…

“God, you feel so fucking good,” Lee panted, thrusting into me. “So. Fucking. Good!”

His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises, preventing me from escaping the relentless onslaught of pleasure. Molten heat pooled low in my belly, coiling tighter with each drag of his thick cock over my prostate.

I was completely at his mercy, and I loved every second of it. Being used so thoroughly, claimed so completely, by the man I'd yearned for and worshipped from afar for so long was the biggest high I’d ever felt. In that moment, nothing existed outside of us—not the Fortiers, not our sins, not the consequences that awaited us come morning light. There was only me and him and the pleasure between us.

“Oh fuck, Lee, don't stop,” I whimpered, fisting my hands in the damp sheets. “I'm so close...”

“Yeah? You gonna come for me? I can’t fucking wait to feel this tight little hole milking my cock.”

His filthy words were my undoing. With a strangled cry, I came harder than I ever had in my life, my vision whiting out as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me. Cum splattered against my chest and the cheap motel sheets as my hole clenched rhythmically around Lee's cock, drawing him in even deeper.

“Fuck!” Lee snarled, his hips snapping forward in an erratic rhythm as he chased his own release.

I whimpered and writhed beneath him, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of my orgasm. It felt like it went on forever, aftershocks of pleasure sparking through my nerve endings with each drag of his cock over my overstimulated prostate.

Lee's hips slammed into me as he buried himself as deep as he could go and stilled, a guttural moan tearing from his throat as he finally came inside of me.

After what felt like an eternity, Lee collapsed on top of me, his sweaty chest pressing against my back as we both struggled to catch our breath. I could feel his heart pounding against my shoulder blade, perfectly in sync with my own racing pulse.

He hesitated before pressing an unexpected kiss to the back of my neck. Then, with a groan, he slipped his body free of mine and flopped onto his back beside me on the narrow motel bed. I instantly missed his weight and warmth, but I was too boneless and sated to move. I just laid there, sprawled on my stomach, face turned toward him on the pillow as I panted.

Lee’s lighter clicked, and soon the smell of ash and nicotine tickled my nose. “You good?”

I lifted my head to look at him, all sprawled out with smoke curling from his lit cigarette. He reminded me of a lion who’d just eaten his fill, but I couldn’t put my finger on why. That was just Lee.

Slowly, I clawed my way over to him, and put my head against his chest, throwing a limp arm around him. “Now I’m good.”

He grunted. “Good.”

“Hey, Lee?” I lifted my head to look up at him. “We’re gonna be okay, right?”

He reached down to comb his fingers through my sweat-dampened hair. “Yeah, Jasper,” he said, blowing smoke into the stale air. “We’re gonna be just fucking fine.”

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