Page 62 of Pulse
I whine as the sensation slows, and I drift back to earth. My thighs burn. My arms shake, nearly giving out. I struggle to sit up again with Troy still rock hard inside me.
His smirk is decadent. “How do you feel?”
I do a quick assessment. But instead of feeling the burn in my thighs and the weakness in my arms, I feel a flicker of desire deep in my belly.
I lean forward and press a kiss to the center of his lips. He threads his fingers through my hair and holds me in place.
The kiss is smooth, decadent, and totally unrushed. It starkly contrasts with the flurry and power of the previous moments.
He breaks the kiss. I lean back and then climb off him.
“Oof,” I groan, my pussy aching. Before I can get my wits about me, Troy grabs my ankles and drags me to the edge of the bed.
His eyes are dark, maybe even a little dangerous in the sexiest, most carnal way. The small bloom of desire blossoms into full-blownneed.
The sweetness of his kiss and the consideration of the first round are nowhere to be seen. This Troy is different. This Troy is about to fuck me hard.And I am absolutely here for it.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he says.
My insides quiver as I do as I’m told.
“Look at this ass,” he says, spreading my cheeks with his hands.
I laugh. “Nothing’s going in this ass. Let’s be clear.”
He strikes his hand against the center of one cheek, and the smack rings through the room.
My eyes open wide as the sting bites through my core, leaving me wanting more.
His thumb presses against my puckered hole.
“Troy,” I say, my body clenching. “Don’t.”
“I won’t. Yet.”
“Or ever.”
“We’ll see.”
I laugh, but the sound is stolen by a moan as his finger slides through my slit. “Fuck.”
“One of these days, I’m going to taste you,” he says, inserting one, then two fingers inside me. “I’m going to bury my face in this sweet little cunt and make you come all over my face.”
I tremble, my breath shaking as it releases from my lungs.
“But right now, I want to bury myself inside you,” he says, massaging my ass with one hand. “I want to feel you clenching around me. I want to know how deep I can go.”
“Let’s do it.”
He chuckles, popping his palm against my backside again. This time, I yelp. He immediately rubs the spot and then presses a kiss against it.
My arms go weak. My head dangles between them. I don’t know if it’s the belated effect of the orgasm, the anticipation of what’s to come, or the adrenaline that makes me so wobbly.
He grips my hips and presses against my pussy. Before I can prepare myself, he slides into me without mercy.
“Dammit,” I yell, my eyes bulging.
“You said you wanted fucked.”
