Page 93 of The Last Love Story
“I’m going to take this very slow.”
He squirts more lube into his hand, then carefully pulls the vibrator out. The sudden emptiness has me wiggling my ass toward Justin.
“Patience.”
The cool lube is a jolt to my senses, but when he presses his finger against my hole, I relax again.
A moment later, the head of his cock is there, and I have to turn the clit stimulator off because I’m too close to coming. I want the whole experience.
“Do it,” I plead.
And slowly—torturously fucking slowly—he presses his tip inside. I bear down and breathe, taking him deeper.
“Just like that, baby,” he groans.
“Ah, fuck. Holy… shit.”
“Is that good or bad?”
“Good. I need more.”
Grabbing my hip, he holds me steady as he works his way in.
“Yes,” I cry.
The deeper he gets, the less my brain works, and it’s all nonsense and noises.
“How do you feel?” he asks once he’s fully seated inside me.
“So good. I want more. Use the toy.”
He lets out a restrained groan, then nips at my shoulder.
“This might kill me.”
He swirls the tip of the toy around my entrance, slowly pushing it in. My vision goes blurry. No wonder the women in those books are so damn happy to take all the dicks. I couldn’t imagine doing this every day, but sometimes…fuck. It’s incredible. Overwhelming. It’s hard to breathe, but I need more.
“Look at how much you can take.” Justin’s groan is sinful as he pulls the toy out a little, then pushes it back in farther.
“Yes. Just like that. I—I need you to move. Please.”
He gets the toy a little farther in, then takes a big breath and slips part way out before pushing back in.
I clench the sheets and turn the vibrator on, shakily moving it between my legs.
Justin wraps one leg around mine and kisses my back as he moves in and out, then he moves the toy in sync with the motion of his hips.
“Oh my god. Fuck. Yes. Faster. Please.”
He picks up his pace, and I scream with pleasure, completely overcome.
My clit tingles and my stomach warms, but the feeling of pleasure is different. Bigger than an orgasm.
“Oh my—yes—I—I…” I cry out, as a different kind of pleasure ripples through me and I feel like I’m going to pee, and then… oh. Shit. I’m squirting everywhere.
“Oh, yes,” Justin groans, holding me tighter.
“Fuck,” I whine. Still so overwhelmed in the best way.
