Page 111 of Hold Still

“Back at you, Rocker Man.”

He thrusts hard and fast, then slows to an almost painful pace. I wrap my legs around his waist and put my heels into his ass, urging him to move faster. I’m rewarded by a throaty chuckle and he picks up his pace once again, to an almost punishing rhythm.

A tingling in my toes lets me know I’m going to come again for this man. And I want it. Pushing my hips upward as he thrusts downward, I’m overwhelmed by the sheer force of my climax.

“Ozzy!” I scream.

“Louder.”

I repeat, at the top of my lungs, “Ozzy!”

He responds, “McKenna!” Then, he pumps into me. With a groan, he collapses on top of my body, our sweat mingling.

After a long while, he moves off of me and out of the bed. I admire the dimples on his ass as he walks to what I presume to be the bathroom. When he returns, he’s wearing nothing but a very satisfied smile. Bending down, he grabs me by the ankles and pulls me to one end of the bed. Flipping me onto my stomach, he says, “Corner number one, coming up.”

I giggle. “I bet I’ll be coming first.”

“Count on it.”

I didn’t know how creative Ozzy is. And I’m not talking about his music. He’s a beast, taking me in so many different ways—positions I’ve never even heard about. We’re both a sweaty mess when he hauls my exhausted yet energized body to the last corner of the bed. He quirks his eyebrow up. “Ready for this?”

“Bring it!”

He shakes his head. “God, I love you!”

He brings his index finger into his mouth and flips me over again. After smacking my butt, he lets his finger trail between my cheeks down there. He inserts it inside. The idea of anal—with Ozzy—makes me shift under him.

“Is this okay? I remember you said you’ve done this before.”

“I have.” Shunting out memories from my prior experiences with Matt, Ineedto feel what it’s like with Ozzy. To know how my body should respond. I push my butt back a little.

He chuckles. “Thought your pussy could use a break.”

I turn my head on the mattress. “She is kinda sore.”

He bends down and bites my ass, never once removing his finger from there. A second digit joins the first and he scissors his fingers inside me.

An entirely different feeling from before races through my bloodstream. “OH!”

“Like that, huh?”

“Mmm, hmmm.” I can’t get any real words to form.

“Then you’re really going to like it when my pierced cock is buried inside.”

I swear a mini-orgasm shakes me at his words. “Oh, God.”

Ozzy rubs his condom-covered cock against my pussy, the piercing hitting my clit at just the right angle. “You got my cock all lubed up, Dulcita. Ready?”

Am I ready for him to invade my backdoor? When I did it before, it hurt. But Matt was never gentle with me. Something tells me it’s going to be much different with Ozzy. Quashing the butterflies, I nod.

Ozzy pulls his fingers out of my butt and they’re replaced with the tip of his cock. He swirls it around, pushes in a fraction and then out. Over and over. Each time he does it, he goes in deeper. I don’t feel any pain. The longer he goes, the more pressure builds inside of me. It’s different from my other orgasms. Instinctively, I raise my butt. I want more.

He smacks my cheeks, then brings his hand around and down so that his fingers play with my clit. He keeps pushing into my ass, little by little, until he bottoms out. Standing still, he bends over me and kisses my neck. “Feel good?” he asks directly in my ear.

“God, yes.” He never hurt me. And I’m almost out of my mind with the fullness of him.

“Good. Cause we haven’t even begun.”

I can’t process his words before he moves forward, then pulls back. Not all the way out. And then he’s pushing forward again. Without warning, his finger enters my pussy. I’m at his complete mercy, and I love it. He thrusts and plays me like I’m one of his guitars.

A clenching of my body like I’ve never felt before starts at my calves and arms and rushes toward my center. In a fury of sensation, it explodes from my center, blanking my mind for anything except one word. “Ozzy!”

My climax continues through his repeated thrusts. When he stills and shouts my name, I break all over again.

Once he takes care of the condom, he returns to the bed and eases me under the covers. Wrapping his arms and legs around me, I can do nothing more than close my eyes in his safe cocoon.

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