Page 29 of Ex- Factor
“No.” I shook my head, breathless. “I’ve been waiting too long for this. Put your mouth on my pussy later. Just—fuck me. Please.”
His eyes flashed, darkening with heat. “You sure?”
His hand palmed my thigh, sliding up slowly to my ass. “I don’t mind taking my time.”
“No.” I kissed him again, messy and needy. “Just fuck me. You talk too much sometimes. Be less thoughtful right now.”
He grinned against my mouth, pushed my legs apart, and settled between my saturated thighs. He was breathing hard, his droopy eyes fixed on me as he slid a hand between us. I reached for his dick, but he knocked my hand away.
“Let me do this.”
Then I felt him—pushing into me. He slid in slow, watching my face like he was looking for a specific reaction. My body tensed at the delicious burn, then yielded, cream already flowing. He was stretching me, filling me in a way I’d only imagined.
He was thick. Deep. Stretching me.
My body clenched around him, greedy. Cream leaked down my thighs as he filled me to the hilt, every inch lighting me up from the inside.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned. “This pussy’s already sucking me in.”
“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me. This how you been sleeping next to me? Pussy soaked, pretending you weren’t thinking about me?”
I moaned, unable to form words. My legs locked around him. I wanted to cry, it felt so good.
“That’s right. I got you speechless.”
His hips rocked in a slow, devastating rhythm. “Took my timewith you. I was patient. And now you’re giving it to me. It’s mine now.”
I clawed at his back when he shifted, grinding deeper, hitting a spot inside me that pulled a raw, unrecognizable sound from my throat.
“I bet you don’t think I’m goofy right now.”
I wanted to tell him he was always goofy, but all that came out was a broken, “Ohhh, fuck… Silas—”
“There she goes,” he whispered, capturing my mouth with his. “Say my name again, baby. Say it like you mean it.”
“Silas.”
“That’s it. Keep talkin’ to me. Let me know I’m fucking it right.”
He sped up, the bed creaking under us, his head bowed to watch himself slide in and out like he couldn’t believe it was real. His praises were a filthy, sweet litany against my skin.
“You feel too good, baby. Too good. Ain’t nobody else ever getting this again. I swear to God.”
I was shaking, my hips meeting every stroke, his name a prayer on my lips. His hand slid between us, his thumb finding my clit, rubbing slow and steady circles that made me see stars. I hooked a leg over his arm, and he drove into me harder, his hips slamming into mine.
“That’s my girl. Give it to me. I want it all.”
His face was a mask of pure pleasure, holding back for me. That was all it took. I shattered around him, a wave of pleasure so intense it stole my breath, my voice cracking on a sob as I came.
He followed a moment later, a deep groan tearing from his chest as he pulsed inside me, filling me up as my body milked every last drop from him.
When he collapsed on top of me, he was still hard inside, still twitching. He buried his face in my neck, breathing me in.
“You good?” he asked hoarsely.
I laughed, soft and tired. “No. Because that was too intense.”
He kissed my temple. “Either way, you’re stuck with me now. I gave you my second-time-around virginity. You gotta take responsibility for me now.”
