Page 66 of Jaeda

“Quaid . . .” I whimpered.

“That’s all for you, love,” he said, stroking that big, pretty monster. “Fuck! I can’t wait to see that pretty pussy creaming on this dick.”

“I can’t wait to feel you,” I whispered, turning the setting up. “I want you so deep inside of me.”

“You feel me sliding in that shit, baby? Fucking you while you beg me not to stop?”

“Yes, . . . yes! I feel it.”

I threw my head back as I arched from the bed once again.

“I said give me your fucking eyes,” he demanded.

I gasped at the roughness of his voice, and my pussy trembled. My eyes locked on his, and there was an almost animalistic hunger dancing there.

“Turn it up,” he instructed.

I didn’t hesitate to up the setting to speed three. The strokes became harder, and the suction became stronger.

“Oh my God!” I groaned, thrusting my hips forward. “Shit!”

Quaid chuckled. “That’s how you be fucking that sweet ass pussy, love? I think you’ll take this dick just fine.”

He stood and came over to where I was on the bed, hand still sliding up and down his shaft. Reaching out, he pinched my nipple, causing me to whimper. When he leaned over and sucked one between his lips, a curse left mine. As he alternated between them, I felt myself becoming undone.

My toes curled.

My back arched.

My pussy creamed.

My body trembled as my orgasm flooded my core. Quaid stood back, watching pleasure take over me. He bit his lip as he stroked his dick faster until thick, creamy spurts of cum coated his hand. The sight of him cumming with me only intensified my orgasm. I came a second time and had to snatch the vibrator away before I ruined this man’s bed.

Panting heavily, I looked over at him.

The orgasm was heavy and worth it, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more . . . I needed him.

“Quaid . . .” I whispered. “I need you.”

He looked at me for a moment before going to grab the towel to clean himself up. I watched as he slipped out of his boxers and climbed onto the king-size bed. Reaching into the nightstand,he retrieved a condom and slipped it on. He pulled my body beneath his and crashed his lips into mine. My legs found themselves around his waist and my arms around his back.

“Put it in . . .” I whispered against his lips. “Please put it in.”

Reaching between us, he grabbed his dick and ran the tip between my slick folds before slowly pushing into me. I gasped as he gave me slow, shallow thrusts until he buried himself deep within my walls. His head dropped into the crook of my neck, and he muttered a curse.

“Fuck!”

Slowly, he began to move in and out of me. I clung to him, needing to feel him close to me. This was it. This was the moment I’d craved, and God, did he feel so damn good. Moans of pure satisfaction purred in my throat and escaped my lips.

“Shit!”

Quaid pulled back and rested one hand next to my head while using the other to drape one leg over his shoulder. He peered down at me while feeding me long, deep strokes.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Jae,” he declared. “I love the feeling of being inside you, . . . filling you, . . . fucking you.”

Reaching between us, he strummed my clit, pulling a gasp from me. My walls tightened around his length.

He moaned. “My pussy liked that?” he asked, smirking.

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