Page 71 of Dream Girl Drama

Cursing over the way her muscles seized up around his digits, her eyes glazing over.

“Swear to God, I’ve spent my whole life wanting to get inside of you.”

“A-and?”

His fingers retreated and advanced, retreated and advanced, milking her, getting her as ready as possible. “Now I’m going to spend my whole life making sure I get to stay here.”

Christ, she was a masterpiece, all flushed and beginning to shine. Dewy. Covered in suck marks. Swollen. Perfection. “You’re the only one that belongs inside me,” she whispered, unfastening his dress pants and carefully lowering the zipper. Stroking him through the starchy material while he choked a sound into her neck, still eye to eye. Hiding nothing. “You can be rough with it. Rough as you want.”

Motherfuck.

Sig didn’t wait another breath. He couldn’t. Neither of them could.

He reached down into his open fly, past the elastic of his briefs and fisted his cock, bringing it between her thighs and pumping home with a shattered call of her name.

Blind. He was fucking blinded by the sensation of... of suction and compression.

The contraction of her muscles.

“Fuck. You are just...” He ground down, cinched back and fucked forward, groaning over the way she whined and tightened up, knees rising. “Shit, Chloe. Jesus.Christ.”

“Don’t stop.” She clawed at his hips. “You feel so good.”

“Say I’m the only one, again. Say it filthier.”

She accepted another one of his pumps with a cry. “If I get filthy, will you be filthy?”

“I’m going to be filthy, either way, Chlo.” He worked his lower body in a rough circle, listening to her breath catch. “But if you tell me my cock is your reason for living, I’ll feel more justified working you over. The way I’ve been obsessing over you for six fucking months.”

Chloe visibly let that honesty wash over her, crooking her finger at him a moment later—and he went, closing his eyes as she whispered against his ear. “What if I tell you that your cock is so big and thick, I can feel it rubbing my G-spot?” She sucked his earlobe into her mouth, drawing his balls up so tight, he had to bear down to prevent himself from spilling. “And I know exactly where that spot is because I think of you every time I play with it.”

“Okay,” he panted, beginning to thrust. Hard.Hard hard hard.“Oh fuck.”

“Work me over.” She ripped her nails down his ass. “Work me so good, honey. Please.”

Honey?

The headboard was slamming into the wall at this point, her tightness accepting him with wet sounds he’d never get out of his head. “You can stop now,” he growled.

She arched her back on a moan. “I want you to fuck me like this in your hockey pads.”

His body lit itself on fire. “Chloe.” Balls strained with pressure, he couldn’t help but buck his hips faster. Accept more of the heaven she was offering. “I’m warning you.”

“What are you going to do? Pound me harder?” she asked, her breathing shallow, reedy. “Good.” Slowly, she snuck her middle finger into the split of his ass, pressing the tip inside of him. And then she locked up her pussy muscles while his body, mind, and soul had a full-scale meltdown. Code red. Sig didn’t even have a name for what he was feeling. It was a kind of out-of-control bliss below his waist, and a loss of coherence everywhere else.

The bedsprings were protesting beneath them.

At some point he’d hooked his arms beneath Chloe’s knees and bent her in half so he could plow into her from above and shit, shit, shit, she had her finger in his asshole now, all the way to the knuckle, massaging in places he didn’t know needed massaging, and he was panting like a dog, sweat making the half-buttoned dress shirt cling to his back... and he was losing control of himself. Completely. She was causing him to desert it when he was supposed to be focused on making her come. Toning down his roughness was easier said than done, though, when she was whimpering for it, her eyes searching the ceiling for God.

“How close are you, baby?” Whose voice was that? He sounded like the big, bad wolf. “We keep this pace... and you keep that up... I’m going to come soon.”

“I’m close.”

“How close. How close.”

“I don’t know.” That finger sunk deeper. “I just know I love your cock and I want it inside me forever. I love it, I love it, I love it—”

“Chloe.Please.”

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