Page 79 of Unbearable

He looked up to me in question, and I nodded again, unable to form the words.

My jeans came off, followed by my underwear. My heart was pounding in my chest. I was feeling a million things at once, and it was hard to think about anything but how his calloused hands felt on my skin.

Grabbing the back of my thighs, he pulled me to theedge of the couch. His fingers slipped inside me, and he groaned.

“Are you this wet for me again, sunshine?” I smiled at him and bit my bottom lip.

“Fuck, Dotty.” He kept his fingers in place as his tongue joined.

I moaned, unable and unwilling to hold back. His mouth devoured me as his free hand grabbed my hip, his fingers pumping in and out while his thumb ran over my clit.

“More. I need more, Trent,” I gasped.

He pulled back, fingers retreating for a moment, and met my eyes.

“I like the sound of my name on your lips.”

His gaze remained locked on mine as he slid his fingers back in. I moaned again, clutching his hair, needing something to anchor me. His free hand reached up to pinch my nipple.

“So responsive, baby,” he murmured, his words sending shivers down my spine.

My hips moved of their own volition, desperate for more.

“That’s it, Dotty. Take what you need.” He effortlessly brought me higher and higher, the release building low in my core.

“Come for me, sunshine.”

His words sent me over the edge. I exploded, seeing stars. I swear I was on the edge of blacking out as Trent took every last bit from me, somehow knowing exactly how much I needed as I came back to reality.

My entire body tingled from the aftershock, and though I had just come on his tongue, the way he looked up at me made me cravemore.

“That’s my girl. You look so fucking pretty when you come for me,” he said as he climbed up and sat next to me.

He kissed me again. I could taste myself on his tongue, but I didn’t even care because I needed more of him. I reached down to grab him through his jeans. He let out a strangled groan.

“Trent,” I sighed. “Please fuck me, before I go crazy.”

Heat started to flutter low in my belly.

“Damn, Dotty. Who knew you had a mouth on you?”

“Says the dirty-talking cowboy.” I winked at him. I pulled down his jeans and boxer briefs and got my first good look at him.

“Trent…” I swallowed, taking him in.

“It will fit, baby. Don’t worry. We can go slow.”

My mouth went dry. “Condom,” he said, leaning over to grab one from his wallet.

I stole it from his hand, ripped it opening before running it down him.

In one quick motion, he flipped me, so I was straddling him. “Ride me, sunshine. Take my cock and put it where it fucking belongs.”

I kissed him until I was breathless and then sank down on him.

A whimper escaped me at the stretch I was so scared for, but any discomfort quickly faded into a delicious burn. Trent swallowed my gasps.

“You’re killing me, sunshine,” he groaned.

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