I’m burning with desire and a huge sense of pride that Collins, my girlfriend, wants this with me.
Grabbing the lube, I pop the cap and cover my shaft. The feeling of her release, combined the lube, sends me right to the edge.
I won’t last long, and I know it.
I drop the closed bottle and draw in a deep breath, notching myself at her entrance. “Drop your shoulders and relax, Collins. Let me look after you.”
She does exactly as I ask, and I feel her body relax in the arm I’m still supporting her with.
“Oh-my-God, it feels so, SO good,” Collins breathes when I push my dick into her tight ass.
I squeeze my eyes shut, every part of my body tightening with desire. “You’re doing so well. Can you take some more of me?”
She nods once, and I continue to push myself inside her.
“That’s right; let that ass eat up what I’m feeding it.”
A couple of seconds later, I’m all the way inside. Her breathing is erratic, and I’m so close to coming.
“Move, Sawyer. Move,” she pleads.
The first stroke is better than I could’ve ever imagined.
“I’m not going to last thirty seconds like this, Collins,” I say, using my free hand to play with her dripping cunt.
She spreads her legs wider, opening herself for me. “Then don’t. The second you come, I know I will too. Shoot it in my ass, Sawyer.”
Two more strokes, and my orgasm explodes deep inside my girl. It’s all-encompassing, mind-altering, and everything I knew we were capable of.
“Fuuuuck!” It’s all I can manage, all I can think to say, as I pull out of her and pump the final jets across her red ass cheeks.
Body satiated and mind spinning out, I gather my cum onto my fingers and push it back inside my girl’s pussy, and she whimpers once more.
“Keep this, Collins. Let me sit inside both holes for as long as possible—a reminder of the best sex you’ve ever had.” I chuckle and gather some more. “You can’t deny I’m a solid ten out of ten for sure.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-THREE
SAWYER
“How many times would you say you’ve watched this movie?”
Collins shakes her bag of sweet and salty popcorn, twisting her lips to the side as she rests her head on my shoulder. “The Breakfast Club? Probably fifty-plus times.”
I press my back into the couch, trying to get a better look at her face. “Are you serious?”
“Deadly,” she replies.
She holds the bag out to me, and I take a couple of pieces.
“You know I’ve inhaled my weekly calorie allowance in the span of twelve hours, right?”
She shrugs. “Kendra said the same thing to me recently. She knows about the handcuffs, by the way. It appears we didn’t do a great job of covering our tracks and stashed them in the wrong dresser drawer.”
“Do you care?” I ask her, snatching another piece of popcorn.This shit’s addictive.
“Not really. She was definitely impressed that we’d pulled it off though.”
My fingertips graze her bare shoulder as I push some of her hair behind her neck, revealing soft skin I want to caress with my lips. “And were you impressed?”