Page 58 of Off Season

“Cross your ankles.”

I do. Holy shit. It feels like his already enormous cock just grew threefold inside me. I’m both sore and sensitive from the pounding I just received, but my legs closed with him inside me makes the ache intensify that much more.

I turn my head back. “You’re very innovative. This is the second time you’ve put me into a position I didn’t know existed.”

He slides out and then slowly inches his way back in. His eyes flutter. “Te sientes tan jodidamente apretada como esta.”You feel so fucking tight like this.

My body is stretching in ways it never has before. I don’t know if it’s the new position or the fact that he’s undoubtedly the biggest man to ever be inside me, but the result is euphoric.

His thrusts into me begin to increase in pace. It goes from slow to fast in mere seconds. I’m bounced forward with every thrust. I can feel his enormous balls smack into me each time. They’re close to my clit. It actually feels good. I grip the buttery soft sheets so damn hard that I feel like I might tear them.

His hands begin on my hips, but as we continue, one grabs a fistful of my hair. It didn’t take him long to realize how much I love that, and he does it properly. So many guys grab small handfuls. They’re fucking clueless.

“Tu coño está tan jodidamente apretado. Estás ordeñando mi polla ahora mismo.”

I breathlessly plead, “Tell me what you said. Please. It’s so hot. I need to know.”

“Your pussy is so fucking tight. You're milking my cock right now.”

Itsounds hot in English, but in Spanish, it’s on a whole other level. Fucking hell. He’s blowing my mind.

I do my best to squeeze him inside me. I want this to be as good for him as it is for me.

“Oh, fuuuuuck. I need you to come. I’m close.”

I pant, “I’ve already come twice. I’m not sure I have another in me.”

He spanks me again and pulls my hair hard…and I stand corrected. The whole scene pushes me over the edge again, but this time he comes with me on a very loud growl that I’m confident Evan must have heard sixty floors down.

We both breathlessly collapse onto the bed in a heap of sweat and my fluids. He immediately pulls the condom off his dick and tosses it toward the bathroom area. “Fuck, that was good.”

I pat his leg. “Aren’t you glad I made you fuck me?”

His eyes close but his dimples come out. “I took it easy on you.” Huh? “Round two will be much harder.”

What the fuck?

His smile widens. He’s fucking with me. He chuckles. “We didn’t bring the building down so my work here isn’t done.”

He rolls over onto me and slips down my body until his face is between my legs, and his tongue licks through me.

My mouth widens. “You must be kidding me.”

His tongue sweeps through me again. “Oh, Kam bam, we’re just getting started.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHEETAH

Iwake up in the middle of the night and reach over to the other side of the bed for Kam, but it’s cold and empty. Did she leave? Why does the thought of that hurt so much?

Would she really just leave without a word? The sex was off the charts. She can’t possibly consider walking away again.

I quickly scan my bedroom floor and see the pile of our clothes as we left them. She’s still here.

Even though I’m naked, I get up and quietly walk out of my bedroom and into my living room. I immediately see her standing at my most central floor-to-ceiling window, which overlooks the Philly skyline and the river. The view is spectacular and I’m not talking about what’s outside the windows.

Her back is to me and she’s naked, but her hourglass figure is illuminated by the city lights. What I’m looking at right now is far too beautiful to be real. It’s like a painting. I would pay big money for a piece of art that looks just like this.

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