Page 30 of Waiting Game

“Fuck, Mia.”

As my slick heat finds his cock, I sit up and rock my hips. Each thrust has my clit gliding over the fat vein pulsing down his shaft.

While sparks fly behind my eyes, his hands have found my tits. He pinches my nipples, making me hiss, but it feels good.

Ifeel.

That’s enough sometimes.

When he palpates them, squeezing, jiggling them together even, I wince at the pressure but let my head fall back. Even go so far as to cover his hands with my own before I bend over him, allowing our mouths to meet.

My tongue flutters out to trace the generous lines of his lips. Though he grunts, he’s swift to act as he snares me in a fast kiss, stealing my breath from me like a thief in the night.

That’s when his hands break loose and shape my body, sliding along my curves, bringing the tiny hairs at my nape to life as he reminds me what it feels like to be touched.

Blanketing him, I let him fuck my mouth with his tongue.

It feels good. So good.

He’s hard and wants me but he’s also savoring me, and I need that—I need to be savored. I wasn’t aware of that until he gave it to me.

When he twists us over so he’s on top, his weight is welcome. It brings all my nerve endings to life, making me feel safe and sheltered.

He reaches between us, his cock finding my slit, and the tip starts to slot into me.

I try to relax as much as I can, but even I struggle with how fat his dick is.

My pussy flutters around him, a cascade of butterfly wings that squeeze and clench as he stops kissing me to grind out, “Fuck, Mia. Your pussy is killing me, baby. Bear down, yeah? Just a little more.”

I try.

I really do.

There’s nothing more that I want than for him to be inside me.

But it’s a battle.

Then he’s leaning up slightly, creating a pocket of space so that he can reach between us. His thumb finds my clit. He rubs it. Softer than before. More of a tease. Giving me what I want but not what I need.

I kick my legs up, rocking my pelvis back, which helps ease the pressure.

Finally, he’s there.

Sinking into me.

Deeper.

Deeper.

Our groan is mutual as he claims every inch, impaling me on him until my poor pussy is choking on what he has to offer.

The sensation of being spread apart is overwhelming—breathtaking.

Then, I feel something—deep inside. My eyes pop open as I whimper. “Cole, do you have a piercing?”

His chuckle is low and long—a torment in and of itself as well as confirmation. Fuck. Why didn’t I turn on the light to study it before I let him put it in me?

“You’ll have to hunt the truth down for yourself later.”

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