Page 80 of All Twerk, No Play

I blinked. Wasn’t that the goal?

He chuckled at my confused expression. “I’ll help you get there if I can, but I’m not handing out gold stars for your orgasms.”

My hesitation drained away with his permission not to come. To not force it, or fake it, but to just … say yes and see what happens.

“That being said,” he slid that calloused palm from my knee down the inside of my thigh, waking my desire again. “Don’t sell yourself short. You might be pleasantly surprised.”

Ugh, stop being in my head, Cruz.

He held up the condom again. “So … yes?”

Say yes, then figure it out.

I nodded. He tore the wrapper and slid it on, then squirted on more lube. He rose onto his knees, placed a pillow under my hips and lifted my foot onto his shoulder. He lined himself up against my entrance, then picked up the bullet vibrator. “You ready?”

Nervousness pulsed in my gut as he ran his crown along my folds, but I wouldn't let it derail me. He shared so many fantasies of me demanding what I wanted, so I channeled that bratty goddess energy. “Would you shut up and fuck me already?”

He laughed and pushed smoothly into my pussy, thrusting and pulsating, resting the bullet vibrator near my clit as he moved. Quickly, he found that perfect spot on my front wall—he’d discovered it with his fingers earlier, and now knew exactly how to shift his hips to scrape against it with every thrust. I couldn’t believe it, but within a minute or two, I was screaming and writhing again.

I was lost, eyelids dropping closed, seeing only colors and shapes, every cell vibrating.

Time stopped, or maybe sped, it had no meaning. My mind went blank for the first time in my life. No thoughts, no logic, only pleasure, pure pleasure.

Eventually I gasped, crash landing to reality …

“Welcome back,” he said warmly as I blinked rapidly, taking a moment to focus. His pace had slowed, and at some point he dropped the vibrator and tilted to hover over me, those muscular biceps propping him up.

“Shit,” I said, throat parched. “How long was I out of it?”

He glanced at my clock, that bright smile blazing. “Eleven hours and forty five minutes, give or take.”

I laughed then, abundantly and without restraint, each pulse tightening around him. He grinned at my reaction, but his brows furrowed in discomfort.

I’d come explosively…but he hadn’t. His hairline and chest were drenched with sweat. Shit, had I done something wrong?

I reached up to tuck his hair behind his ear. “What are you waiting for?”

“You,” he said. “I didn’t want to stop before …”

His biceps shook along the sides of my head. He may be on top, but he was letting me be in control … and that was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

“Cruz,” I mustered my last energy reserve to make my voice firm, “Come for me, now.”

Relief washed over his face as he thrust two times more, then a third. He grunted and pressed into me one final time. His head dropped to my shoulder, yet still he hovered until I wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting his weight over me and inside me.

He panted into my neck as I ran my fingertips lightly over his back, and his sensitive skin shivered under my touch. We laid like that for a moment …until my laughter broke the silence.

“What?” he murmured into my neck.

“You finally stopped talking.”

His laughter harmonized with mine as he slid out. “Don’t suppose I can convince you to shower now?”

I tossed back the covers and muttered into my pillow, “In the morning.”

Pressing up, he stumbled to the bathroom to take care of the condom and emerged with a washcloth.

“Hot as it is that you want to sleep with my cum on your tits …” he said, wiping the mess off my chest, “by morning you’ll be covered in cat fur.”

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