Page 39 of Whatever Lola Wants

Fireworks went off behind her eyes, flickers of light that pulsed with the beat of her heart, the rhythmic clench of her needy flesh around his fingers. Spasms of brilliant pleasure going on and on so her vision dimmed and her stomach muscles ached from the strain. When it finally ended, she collapsed, limp, on the rug.

She was dimly aware of him moving away, then back again before she could fight her eyes open. She was spent, limp in the aftermath of what was surely the best orgasm she’d had in at least three years. She might just sleep right there.

Then her eyes flew open in shock when he shoved her knees back and sank deep inside her in one smooth thrust.

“Oh, God,” she groaned, her pussy clenching around his intruding length. He was big, too big, and her body quivered around him in a struggle to adjust. He held himself deep, his face pressed to the side of her neck for one heartbeat, two. Then he started to move.

The drag of his rigid flesh along her sensitive sheath made her quiver, nerve endings flaring to life at the delicious friction. He pulled back almost all the way, until he barely penetrated, then pushed back in until he was deep inside, his heavy balls pressed against her upturned ass.

Back out. In. Out, then in again. Her pussy adjusted, the strangling grip of her body easing, and he surely felt the softening, the dampening that signaled the return of desire.

He lifted his head, his hands braced on either side of her shoulders as he picked up his pace, slowly increasing the depth and force of his thrusts until he was pounding into her. His eyes bored into hers, holding her gaze as his hips thrust and recoiled, over and over again until she was arching up to meet him.

“You going to come again?” he rumbled. Sweat dripped from his face onto her breasts, hot little rivulets that slicked her skin. He lowered himself so every thrust dragged his chest against hers, the added friction making her breath catch and her pussy clench.

He grinned, dark and wicked. “Yeah, you are.”

She fought to speak, but her throat didn’t want to work. Whimpering grunts accompanied every exhale. She lifted her hips, needing more contact, more of him inside her. More.

He shifted to hook her knees over his elbows so to spread her high and wide, her pussy completely open and unable to limit the depths of his thrusts, tilting her pelvis so every push inside her rubbed him right where she needed him.

“Oh fuck, yes.” She all but purred the words and arched her back, pushing her sensitive breasts into the firm plane of his chest, ratcheting up the tension as her body clenched. Arms, legs, belly, every muscle tightened, waiting, waiting…

Then it broke, her body rigid as the world went bright with the explosion. Her cunt clenched around his hard length, pulsing with pleasure. Dimly she heard his hoarse shout, felt him thrust once, twice, three times before he jammed in hard and held himself there. She was so tight around him she could feel him swell, felt each pump and pulse of his cock as he jetted into her with his own release.

They both went limp. Lola sagged against the floor, Simon sagged against Lola, his weight pinning her down while she tried to remember how to breathe.

After a long moment, he seemed to realize he was restricting her air and shifted slightly to the side. She drew in a grateful breath. “You know, it’s kind of bummer I can’t call you Big Dick Hastings anymore.”

“Why’s that?” he mumbled against her neck, not bothering to raise his head.

“Well, now I know it’s true.”

He snorted out a laugh and raised his head to look at her, and she grinned into his sparkling eyes. “You’re such a brat,” he accused and pushed off her.

She winced when he pulled out, the drag of his penis over swollen and sensitive flesh pinching slightly. He caught the movement and frowned. “You okay?”

She gave a little hum of contentment. “Fine. Just a little sensitive.”

“Don’t try to get me all worked up again.”

She laughed, then blinked in surprise when she caught sight of his condom covered cock. He was, indeed, getting worked up again. “Wow.”

He stood, striding over to her kitchen to dispose of the condom in the trash before coming back.

She shamelessly admired the view. He looked like a big, tawny cat, all golden skin and sleek muscles, and to her surprise felt a slight surge of renewed interest as her pussy clenched and her nipples peaked.

He noted the state of her breasts with a quirk of his brow, but said nothing as he crouched next to her and reached for her hands. A few deft movements and she was free, his big hands rubbing the marks left by the belt, then he slowly brought her arms down to her sides.

She hissed out a breath, the pain in her shoulder joints making her grit her teeth. “Easy,” he soothed and set his big hands on the joints to rub away the ache. “Okay?”

The pain eased away under his hands, and she sighed. “Yeah. Thanks.”

His lips twitched again. “No problem. Want some help getting up?”

She sighed again and let her eyes drift closed. “No, I’m going to stay here for a while.”

He hummed, a low rumble of sound that seemed to skim over her skin like a rough caress, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “You stay there looking all debauched, and I’m going to want another go.”

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