Page 169 of Knockin' Boats
I arched, crying out. My cock spurted cum over my knuckles.
Sawyer shouted and jerked, grinding his cock deeper into me as he unloaded into the condom.
My ass tightened and loosened with waves of pleasure, and Sawyer continued to move inside me, in small, gentle, gyrating motions until we both came down from the orgasm high.
“That was amazing.” He collapsed on top of me, making the air whoosh out of me.
“Can’t breathe.” I shoved his shoulder.
With a groan, Sawyer slowly pulled out of me and rolled away.
My hole was loose and gaping. Empty. But the impression of him remained. As if now that Sawyer had been inside, his presence was always welcome.
Needed, even.
Sawyer slipped his hand between my legs and brushed his thumb over my puffy rim. “You good?”
“Yeah. You didn’t totally wreck me.”
He grinned. “Yeah, well, it was my first time. Give me a chance to improve.”
I laughed. “Trust me, you did just fine.”
“Fine?” He rolled away to discard the condom. “That’s all I get?”
“Fucking amazing, okay? Best fuck of my life.”
“Better,” he said, swooping in to kiss me. “But don’t think this means you get to be a pillow princess all the time.”
My jaw dropped. “Excuse me? Pillow princess?”
“Pillow prince?” he said.
I tackled him back to the bed and pinned him. “Next time, we’ll see who’s eating pillow. I’ll take your ass and you’ll beg for more.”
“You can try,” he said with a grin.
But we both knew that when the time came, I wouldn’t have to try. He’d give me what I wanted, and he’d love every minute of it.
“Don’t have to try when you’re so horny for me.”
He laughed. “You’re a jerk.”
“No. I’m your sexy as fuck boyfriend.”
“No lie there.” He wrapped his arms around me, seemingly unbothered by my bulk pinning him down, and kissed my neck.
“Let’s clean up and get some sleep. Morning will come fast, especially after all the wine you had.”
I winced. “No lie there either.”
Sawyer cleaned up with a wet cloth since he’d already showered and I went to rinse my body of the mess I’d made all over myself. When I returned, he handed me a glass of water and some Tylenol.
“Drink up.”
“Thanks.” I popped the pills and gulped the water.
Then we crawled into bed together. Sawyer turned his back to me, and I curled my body around his. We’d done this so many times we had regular sides of the bed, regular spooning positions.
