Page 57 of The Last Time

“Just tell me if it’s too much,” he warns. “Okay, baby?”

I meet his eyes and let him know I’m ready for whatever he wants to do to me. I doubt there’s anything this man will do that won’t feel incredible.

With his fist still in my hair, he tugs even harder. The pain in my scalp is intense but not unwelcome. It’s sexy that he is filled with such desire for me that he can’t contain himself. It makes me feel special. And the fact that he’s never felt comfortable enough to do this with anyone else is something I’ll be looking way too much into later—for sure.

This time, when he pulls out, he slams in so hard that he has to use his grip on my hair to keep me in place. The pain and pleasure mixed together is so intense. I do my best not to make too much noise, but there’s no way in hell I can hold it all in. It’s unlike anything I’ve experienced before.

His other hand grips my hip so hard that I know I’ll have bruises there tomorrow. Then, I don’t know how to explain what comes next. Just intense, hard, animalistic sex.

It’s fast and demanding.

It’s all-consuming.

It’s the most pleasure anyone has ever pulled from my body, and I haven’t even come.

I get lost in not only the pleasure but the sounds coming from him. He’s clearly losing his mind, completely in his element. He’s grunting, cussing, and moaning.

“Fuck, Charlotte. You look so damn sexy, letting me take you like this.”

He repositions one of his legs so his left foot is planted flat on the mattress like he’s on one bent knee. This allows him to get an angle slightly higher on top of me. When he drives forward and down, he hits directly on my G-spot.

“Oh, shit,” I whisper.

“I’m gonna come so fucking hard inside of you. I want you to feel me for days.”

With both of his hands on my hips, he thrusts into me over and over until we are both coming apart. Our orgasms seem to go on forever.

Once we’re done riding out the waves of pleasure, he falls on top of me, forcing me to go face-first into the mattress.

I laugh at the shock of it all. Moving my head to the side so I can breathe.

His hot breaths are on my neck while our chests rise and fall in rapid succession.

“Sorry,” he says as he rolls off me. “I think I blacked out there for a second.”

He looks at me as I struggle to catch my breath, but I still manage a smile.

“Same.” I suck in another breath. “Wow. That was…”

He rolls to his side to face me. “Yeah. It was…something. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

He gently tucks a stray hair behind my ear. The act makes my heart flutter.

“Only in the best possible way.”

We both gaze into each other’s eyes. I can tell he’s thinking about something.

“What’s on your mind?” I ask.

He sighs. “Lauren…I could never ask her for that.” He pauses. “I don’t mean to say anything bad about her or bring her up at such a weird time.”

“I know. It’s okay. I want you to tell me what’s on your mind, and I’m glad you were able to tell me you wanted to do it. Really glad. Like…my vagina is eternally grateful.”

He laughs, such a carefree laugh like he used to. It fills my heart with joy.

“Come on. Let’s go rinse ourselves off,” he says as he drags me out of his bed.

I put my hair up in a high ponytail and we spend the next ten minutes rinsing each other off in his tiny shower.

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