Page 117 of Drop Shot
I give my girl what she’s asked for though, because I don’t think I’m capable of denying her.
I haven’t paid enough attention to her perfect tits yet. Lowering my head, I suck first one nipple and then the other into my mouth until they’re both stiff peaks.
From the way she wiggles against me, I can tell she likes that.
Rising up, my thumb finds her clit. She gasps at the first touch. Rubbing at the sensitive nub, it doesn’t take long until she’s falling apart around me.
“Elias,” she gasps my name, fingers sliding against my abs.
Her moans are music to my ears. She sounds better than I could’ve ever imagined.
Pulling out of her, I flip her onto her stomach and grab her hips until she’s propped on her knees with her chest flat to the bed. Thrusting back into her, she cries out and grabs for the pillow.
“Holy fuck,” she gasps out, rocking her hips back to meet every thrust.
Massaging the globes of her perfect ass, I bring my right hand down on one cheek. She shudders and her pussy gets even wetter.
“Did you just spank me?” she gasps out.
“Yes. Did you not like it?” I challenge her to lie me, because I can tell from the way her body responded that she did.
“No, I did.”
I slap her other cheek, then massage the reddened skin. She moans into the pillow, clutching it to her chest.
Reaching around her, I let my fingers find her clit again. I’m so fucking close and I want her to come again. I owe her after I unexpectedly came in her mouth.
I work my fingers against her as she meets me thrust for thrust. When she comes apart again it’s nearly too much for me.
Pulling out of her, I rip the condom off and pump my cock in my hand until I explode all over her perfect ass.
“Fuck, Whimsy,” I murmur, collapsing beside her and letting my lips find her neck. “That was…”
“Yeah,” she finishes for me, looking at me with a sated smile.
“Shower?” I ask a few minutes later when we’ve both caught our breath.
“Definitely.”
Scooping her up, I toss her over my shoulder and carry her into the bathroom.
Her giggles have my own laughter bubbling out of me.
Turning the shower on, I set her down and make quick work of washing her body.
“I think you like feeling me up,” she laughs when I pay a little too much attention to soaping her breasts.
“You have no idea, baby.”
When we’re both clean we dry each other off before getting back in bed.
It’s strange, because we’ve been sleeping in the same bed for months now, but the way she curls her naked body against mine and instantly falls asleep feels different than it has before.
I realize as I’m finally drifting off to sleep it’s because I’ve never slept in the same bed with a woman after we’ve had sex. I always leave or she does.
But not this time, and never again, because I have no plans of letting Whimsy go.
CHAPTER 39
