Page 62 of Next Level
“Fuck yes!” he roars.
I join him, crying out in ecstasy. I’m just as ready as he is, taking him with ease. He didn’t lie about being rough. His grip on my hips is demanding as he slams into me. Fast and hard. Our bodies become louder and louder with each thrust. We’re both moaning and grunting, needing more. I lift my hips, wanting him deeper inside me. His fingernails dig into my hips.
My hair is bouncing all around me with curls springing up and down with the impact of each thrust.
“Fuck. I’m close,” he grunts breathlessly.
My breath becomes just as strained. I whimper, “Yeah,” over and over again as my climax builds.
Ray grits out with each thrust, “Blossom.”
“I can’t.” Thrust.
“Hold it.” Thrust.
“Much.” Thrust.
“Longer.”
Pistoning into me, he becomes erratic, almost slipping out of me. I’m so wet.
“Oh God!” I cry out.
Feeling my orgasm start to shatter, Ray takes me over the edge by sliding a hand up my body, then gripping a nipple and twisting it.
I scream his name, and Ray follows suit, letting our orgasms burst.
After a few more pumps, he collapses on top of me.
A few seconds later, I start to giggle as he rolls off me, still out of breath.
He’s so gorgeous. So perfect. Sex is out of this world with him.
I roll to my side to face him, my hair stuck to my face from sweating, and I am completely spent.
“What?” he asks, still out of breath.
I say the only word I can form at this moment, “Hi.”
That has him tilting his head back with a full belly laugh. I join in.
Ray leans over me and takes my mouth, needing more of me, but I break the kiss, knowing I need to speak with him. Hoping what I have to say won’t crush him.
I start to get nervous. I don’t know him well enough to know how he is going to take the news.
“I want to talk to you about something.”
“I need to speak with the guys, and then we can go up to my house,” he says, inches away from my lips.
“Well, I think we should talk first. It’s why I’m here a day early.” My voice trembles with nervousness.
He leans up onto his elbows so he can see my face.
God, he has such beautiful, crystal blue eyes. He can see that something is wrong.
“What is it?” he asks, moving off me and standing up so he can pull up his pants that are around his ankles, making it easier to move around to grab my clothes. I pull on my panties and bra, and when I don’t say anything, he faces me and hands me my shirt. “Just tell me. What happened?”
“Fuck. I’m so nervous,” I rush out, anxious.
