Page 38 of Big Boss
I stroke the pierced head of my dick against her opening and we both moan at the contact, the heat between us. I bring one of her hands down to her clit and encourage her to touch herself.
“Like that. Show me how much you loved my fingers deep inside you while I fuck you for the first time.”
She’s breathing deeply as I slide inside her, inch by inch, filling her up. Finally I am inside her, and it’s even better than I could have imagined.
I want this to go on forever. I want to stay in bed with Erica for the rest of eternity. “Tell me, Erica. Tell me how much you need me to fuck you and how badly you want it.”
And thankfully, she takes a deep breath and says every filthy thing I want to hear.
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Erica
I thoughtit was supposed to hurt, but everything with Donovan Tate feels like it exists somewhere beyond pleasure. Bone melting, empty-out-my-brain pleasure doesn’t even begin to describe what this man did to my body. There’s a part of my mind that’s still sounding the alarm on this entire situation, but I can’t listen to the inner panic right now—it’s all I can do to remember how to breathe with this man inside me, stretching my body to accommodate his.
“You feel incredible,” I finally manage. “Donovan.”
His hair falls in a curtain around our faces as he ever so slowly slides out of my body, until only the tip of him remains inside me. I can’t believe how long he’s taking to be inside me again. I scoot my hips toward him, but he growls out my name and then his hand slaps across my ass again, leaving a warm sting in its wake.
“Don’t you dare rush this. I’ll take as long as I want to fuck you, and you’re going to enjoy it.”
I nod frantically and make my body still, but he doesn’t move inside me. Instead, he grinds against me, rubbing the piercing at the head of his cock across my clit in a drawn-out tease that is going to make me scream from frustration.
But I think I know how to get him to do what I want. “Please.”
He pauses and a slow smile moves across his mouth.
“Please, Donovan. I need to feel you inside me again. Right now. I’m begging you.”
The look in his eyes is the only warning I get before he slams into me, pressing our bodies together with so much force I’m half afraid he’s going to break the bed.
And yes, it hurts, but it’s thrilling.
“Yes, yes. Please fuck me as hard as you can and then come all over my tits.”
And those must be the magic words because Donovan Tate does exactly what I ask him to. He puts one of my legs on his shoulder and fucks me harder and faster than I thought would feel good.
But it does.Everythinghe’s doing to my body feels so exquisite. Like I completely understand the universe for the very first time, and everything in it is reduced down to the friction of our bodies moving together.
When I beg him to go deeper, he lifts my other leg to his opposite shoulder. Sweat drips from his forehead onto my face, right next to my mouth, and I reach out with my tongue to taste it.
Then I beg him to give it to me harder, and when he does, I come apart under the deep strokes of his body inside mine. I can’t even form words to thank him, to beg him for more, but he sees what I need and gives it to me anyway.
He takes his hand and slides a finger into my asshole and my entire body lights up like a pinball machine. I’m shaking, flying apart now, and the only things keeping my soul inside my body are the insatiable greed that this man has unlocked inside of me and the desire to make him feel the same pleasure that I do.
Even now, as he uses my body, rendering me speechless and almost brainless, Donovan Tate is a man in control. He reaches between us and pinches my clit with the hand he’s not using to fuck my ass and I come again, screaming his name and begging for mercy.
He curses and pulls out from me, ripping off the condom and pulling violently at his cock until he releases all over my breasts.
There’s a part of me that wishes I weren’t so shattered, that I could have paid more attention to the beauty of this man’s release or how it felt to have him mark my body with his pleasure, but I’m a wreck, my brain and my body.
Everything aches, and I can barely move at this point. But still I whisper to him, “Again.”
His full, rich laugh fills up all the air in the room, and it feels wonderful, even better than having my body used so thoroughly by an expert like Donovan Tate. He’s an entirely different person with me right now, relaxed in a way I haven’t seen before.
I take a closer look at his face then run my fingers along the shape of his mouth as it curls up into a smile. He’shappy. And happy looks amazing on him.
He kisses my fingertips. “Let me wash up and I’ll grab a washcloth for you.”
