Page 67 of Fluke
“You. Are. Perfect,” Jess hisses. “Dammit!”
He grips my waist, his fingertips digging into my skin so hard it burns. He slams into me once, twice, three times. On the fourth, a flurry of colors clouds my vision.
The combination of the rhythm and force skirts the border of pleasure and pain. It keeps me in a place of uncertainty, and that, in turn, keeps me focused on every move Jess makes.
My head hangs between my arms—but only for a minute. He grabs what’s left of my ponytail and yanks my head backward.
My neck stretches, constricting my airway, and I struggle to breathe.
“You wanted fucked,” he says, the words gravelly. “Is this what you wanted?”
I hope that’s a rhetorical question because I can’t answer it. Words are out of my reach—but an orgasm is not.
“Do you like it?” he asks. “Was it worth the wait?”
There’s nothing to say, nothing to control. There’s no safe or easy ride to the top of this orgasm.But the word “yes” is being shouted within my mind.
Yes. This. Him. All of it.
I’m flailing amid a sea of sensations—sharp, wet, smooth, andso much pleasure—that I give up. I grab the back of the sofa, squeeze my eyes closed, and clench my body around him.
“Come for me,” he demands, letting go of my hair. “Your pussy wants to explode.”
I suck in a hurried breath, barely registering my blazing scalp.
I whimper, letting my head fall. But as Jess rails me from behind, my head smacks off the wicker.
My teeth clench as my body begins to shake. “Jess…” I say, the words as shaky as my legs.
The sound of his palm connecting with my ass cracks through the air. I scream as the contact sets off a series of explosions that wreck me with the most intense, fierce—exceptional—orgasm that I’ve ever experienced.
Ever.
“What the …fuck….” Jess sucks in a long, hasty breath.
He clamps down on my hips and shoves himself so deep inside me that I’m not sure where I start and he ends. His cock swells as he rolls his hips against my ass.
“Pippa,” he moans, dragging his palms to my bottom and squeezing my cheeks. “Fucking hell, that feels good.”
I rock against him, letting him sink as deep as he can go. Hearing my name in the middle of his orgasm might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
Finally, he sags. He rubs my backside gently as he pulls out of me.
I fall forward—my body drained and weak. My eyes flutter closed as the post-haze of my orgasm caresses me.
I sense Jess walking away, then returning. He sits beside me.
“Hey,” he says softly. When I don’t move, he pulls me over his lap and cradles me. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” I force my eyes to open and peer up at him.My lord, he’s handsome. “You okay?”
He chuckles. “Something like that.”
“If you are one of those guys who wants a round two right away, I’m out. I’m tapping.”
“You’re in luck. I’m not young and full of unbridled testosterone anymore, so it takes me a minute to gear back up.”
I grin.
