Page 37 of False Start

I arch even further and throw a smirk over my shoulder.

"It's only fair, considering you just made me cum from nipple play alone. That'sneverhappened before."

Shit.Maybe I shouldn't have admitted that. He's arrogant enough as it is.

I watch him stalk towards me, shucking his pants and boxers down his powerful thighs and then kicking them off. God, his cock is a thing of beauty. Not just long, but thick too, curving up slightly and already weeping with precum. He stands behind my hips and smacks my ass, sending a fresh coating of wetness down my legs.

"I'm happy to be the first to give your luscious tits the royal treatment they deserve," he growls.

He curls over my body to palm my breasts. They're swollen with arousal and still tender from his kisses. The rumble in his chest as he groans sends chills along my spine.

"In fact, any time you want a repeat, just let me know. Day or night, I'll drop everything to worship these beauties."

He releases the heavy globes and skims his hands along my ribcage, settling them on the flare of my hips. I feel the damp kiss of his cock on the back of my thighs and brace for his entry.

"Wait!" I gasp, quickly jerking my ass away. I nod at his dick. "Aren't you going to wrap that bad boy up, buddy?"

He curses, then fumbles for his wallet, pulling out the foil wrapper.I can't believe I almost forgot.Ineverforget protection.

"Safety first," he says once he's sheathed in latex. I give him a shaky smile, still rattled by my carelessness.

He lines the head of his cock up with my opening, then slowly, with agonizing patience, pushes himself into me. My tight channel grips him as he pushes deeper, and he reaches around my hip to press a thumb to my clit.

"Let me in, baby. I won't last if you keep choking the life out of my dick."

I giggle, and he moans as the laugh makes me constrict around him. He rubs harder against my clit, and a new flood of moisture helps me accept him.

"There you go, baby. Oh my God. You feel so incredible."

He pulls out of me at the same infuriatingly slow pace he entered, his girth creating delicious friction inside my walls. When only the head of his cock remains, he thrusts forward forcefully, bottoming out and sending a piercing cry from my lips.

"Oh God. Ummm, Cory. Damn, baby. Your dick feels soooo…Unh…So good. Sooooo fucking good."

I'm muttering nonsense into the sheets, my ass in the air as he presses into me with deep, slow strokes. Already my orgasm is shimmering just beneath the surface, and my legs begin to quiver.

"That's it. Give it to me. Give it to me!" he demands.

My orgasm hits like fireworks, exploding from within my core and sending chills all the way to my toes. Even myscalphas goosebumps. He pounds furiously into me as I come down, savagely chasing his own release. I push back to meet each thrust, reveling in his unhinged moaning.

When his hips stutter and he loses his rhythm, it triggers another release, and I milk every last bit of cum from him as my own climax consumes me.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" he shouts before falling onto the bed beside me.

Dim light from the surrounding buildings casts a glow onto our naked, sweat-soaked bodies. Neither of us says anything as we recover, both of us still breathing hard from exertion. As my eyelids grow heavy, I feel him move closer, pressing himself against my back. And then darkness.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Cory says, way too perky for any sane person. I lift my wrist to peek at my watch: 6:48am.

"6:48am is not the morning. 6:48am is the middle of the night. Why on Earth would I need to be up at this time on a Sunday?"

Cory laughs lightly at my grumbling, as if I'm joking. I never joke about sleep and Ialwayssleep in on Sundays. Finally catching on that my foul mood is genuine, he purses his lips and brings a mug of coffee under my nose. I sit up instantly.

"Oh, bless you!"

Cory laughs again and sits next to me on the bed. Now that caffeine is pumping through my bloodstream, I notice he's fully dressed and I'm still nude under the covers. I pull the sheets more tightly against myself, feeling suddenly bashful.

"So you didn't answer me," I mutter, sipping my coffee as he watches me. "Why are you up now and," I pinch the fabric of his shirt, "fully dressed?"

"We both conked out hard last night." Color rises from under his collar and I stifle a giggle. I guess I'm not the only one feeling nervous this morning.

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