Page 63 of Why Not Us?

“Adalie,” he admonishes, taking it back from me and rising to his knees. “My cock is buried in your pussy right now. You don’t need to be embarrassed about a toy. Especially since I’m about to use this toy and my dick to make you come a second time.”

He presses the vibrator to my clit, and I jerk at the feeling. He adjusts the pressure, and I shift my hips, rocking onto his cock in slow movements.

“That’s right, princess. Show me how you like it. Use me.”

“Nate,” I say, my voice breathy. I hadn’t thought I’d be able to come a second time. I’ve never been able to make myself come twice, even if I wanted to. But with Nate’s length filling me, stretching me, and that vibrator massaging my clit, I’m racing to the edge of a second orgasm in a matter of seconds.

“Fuck,” Nate says, awed. “You have no idea what you look like, princess. Your hair is wild, and your skin is flushed. The way you’re squirming like you can’t get enough of me.”

“I can’t. Nate. I’m—”

“Say it. You’re what, Adalie? You’re close? You’re going to come all over my cock? Is that what you want to say?”

“Yes. That’s what I want to say.”

“I thought so, but it’s nice to hear it.”

He takes over the movement, keeping his thrusts slow and constant, but deeper than I’d been able to move since I hadn’t wanted to accidentally move away from the pressure of the vibrator on my clit.

“There, Nate. Yes. Just like that.” The last word ends on a gasp as the pleasure washes over me in waves. My orgasm slams into me, clenching around the cock sliding in and out of me.

I scream, my hands reaching for him, gripping his wrists, my nails digging into his skin. He removes the vibrator, his hands shifting to grip my hips. He drives into me hard, and I cry out again. He moves fast, pulling me toward him with each deep thrust.

“Fuck, Adalie,” he grinds out. “Your fucking cunt.”

I wrap my legs around him, riding with him as he chases his own release. It feels amazing. His fingers dig into me as our bodies crash together over and over. My orgasm is still throbbing through me and after a few more thrusts, I’m surprised as a third orgasm ignites, fireworks sparking behind my eyes. I shudder and moan as he follows me over the edge, groaning as his release spills out of him.

His chest is heaving as he falls next to me on the bed. He’s up in a moment, removing the condom.

“Why don’t you have an ensuite?” he asks, looking around my room.

I giggle. “Because this isn’t the master bedroom. There’s better natural light in the other room so I use it as my art studio.”

He laughs and shakes his head, kissing my temple. “I’ll be right back,” he says.

I rise. “I’ll come with you. I need to clean these anyway.”

“I’ll do it.” He takes the toys before I can get up.

I shift to follow him. “There’s a cleaner—”

He pushes me down. “Tell me where it is and relax.”

“I can—”

“Tell me the truth, Adalie. How many times did you come tonight?”

I suck in a breath. “Three.”

He grins and kisses me again, this one sweet and soft. “Bask in it, princess. I’ll be right back.”

I tell him where to find the cleaner and he’s gone and returns within a few minutes, setting the toys into the drawer where they belong before settling on the bed next to me.

“I was thinking while I was in there,” he tilts his head toward the bathroom. “We didn’t eat a lot at your parents’. Are you hungry?”

I laugh. “Instead of asking me ifI’mhungry, you could have just saidyouare.”

He laughs as well, smoothing my hair. “You’re right. I’m hungry.”

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