Page 50 of Not A Chance

I’d just have to keep her drunk on orgasms until she let me keep her.

Now, I just needed to hold off my own orgasm until she came a second time. I was so close that I was just shy of reciting the stats from our last few games to make sure she got there.

“That’s it, baby. Take what you need. Do you think you can come again?” I asked, desperate to make her feel as much pleasure as possible.

Her cheeks and chest were pink from exertion, her eyes more like melted chocolate now than their usual fierce espresso. She nodded.

“Touch yourself, Indie. Make yourself come on my cock,” I demanded.

I had never been one for dirty talk, but filthy words were another thing tumbling from my mouth with Indie. I’d never been more invested in my partner’s pleasure than my own. I wanted her to have everything she needed at this moment to let go.

Just as my muscles started to scream with the effort of holding back, I felt the telltale pressure of her pussy fluttering into deep contractions around me.

With a groan, my orgasm took over. I struggled to keep my eyes open as the edge of my vision blurred with the intensity of my pleasure.

I couldn’t stop my hips from fucking up into her in these last few moments, keen to prolong our joint pleasure as long as possible.

The idea of fucking my come into her had that caveman part of my brain going wild, fed by the debauched sounds of our come mixing together. That thought had my cock spurting one more time with a final, nearly painful throb of pleasure.

Indie collapsed on top of me, no doubt exhausted. She’d done all the work, after all.

I gathered her in my arms, hoping she would let me hold her for a minute. I was still inside her. I didn’t want to move one inch. I wanted to stay inside her warmth forever, basking in what we had just shared and keeping us locked together.

Now that we were post-sex, I didn’t know how she would react. It was one thing to give in to the insane chemistry between us after months of restraint.

I also knew, practically speaking, that we had to get cleaned up at some point. Goddamn, just the thought of our combined release sliding out of her had my cock making an attempt to get hard like the dirty motherfucker he was.

Kissing the top of her head, I inhaled her sweet scent that was all Indie. Just a hint of some kind of citrus shampoo remained, but her own scent was closer to spun sugar.

“You okay, Rocky?” I spoke into her hair.

Propping her chin on her arms across my chest, she gave me the sweetest little smile. My chest throbbed with such longing Itightened my arms around her involuntarily.

I was so gone for this girl.

“Yeah, I’m good, Theo. We should get cleaned up, though.” She raised her head slightly, chin jutting down between us to where we were still joined.

She pushed up off my chest, her movements had my cock sliding out of her, followed by our come.

“Fuck, baby. That’s goddamn sexy,” I groaned. My cock made a valiant effort to get hard at the sight.

Up on her knees, I could see our release dripping down her thighs.

“Okay, Yao. Show’s over.” She gave me a mock scowl.

Her talking as if we were in the locker room after a game had me busting up laughing.

Man, when had I ever gone from burning hot sex to laughter? Never, that’s when.

“But it’s the best show I’ve ever seen, sweetheart.” I bit my lip, mesmerized by the evidence of our intimacy.

Her face softened from the faux scolding, she gave me a wink before turning around. I watched her walk into the bathroom, her delectable ass a view I hadn’t been treated to thus far. Every inch of her did something for me.

“Aren’t you going to come clean up the mess you made, Theo?” she called over her shoulder.

I’d never moved so fast in my life as I did getting my ass into that bathroom for another chance to have my hands all over her.

Maybe after we were clean, she’d let me seduce her into getting all dirty again.

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