Page 80 of Shortcake
I tore open his shorts, pushing them down his hips until his cock sprang free.
Standing in the water, his long, thick, glorious cock jetted out toward me, veined and swollen.
My chest heaved as I pushed him back against the wall of the hot tub and climbed onto his lap, nestling his thick length at my entrance. We both trembled, groaning in unison as he slowly arched his first thrust into me, burying himself to the root.
My core clenched against the stretch of him filling me entirely. The quick bite of pain edged into pleasure as he pulled himself half out, thrusting in once more in slick, controlled movements, his eyes carefully assessing me with every stroke of his cock.
“Conrad,” I whispered, pulling his mouth to meet mine. “Please. Fuck me.”
Those two words unleashed something in him.
With a feral growl, he let loose a storm of erratic thrusts, slamming his cock violently up and into me.
I fell back, his arms catching me, cradling me as he pounded into me and his mouth captured mine in a bruising kiss.
Fuck me. I’d forgotten how good it felt to be completely taken, fucked into a boneless, dream-like oblivion.
His tongue lashed against mine, prying my mouth open. His hands swept my body, squeezing, caressing, pinching.
We were sweat and lust, hypnotic desire. Nothing but panting, clawing, aching beings.
Dipping his head, he took my nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking, plumping my breast with his one free hand as he scraped his teeth over the pebbled nub.
Reaching down, I palm his ass, squeezing the muscle as he pounded into me, his gaze worshiping me with that ocean-dark stare of his.
Then, he reached down between our bodies, not interrupting the rhythm of his thrusts inside of me and pressed his thumb to my ripe, sensitive clit.
I cried out as the pulsing pressure exploded from my core, shattering me from the inside out.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled in my ear, eyes locked onto me as I came. “Good girl. Good fucking girl. You’re fucking heaven.”
His pounding thrusts became more erratic, wild, his muscles jerking as he buried himself in me.
Scooping his hand to the back of my head, he dragged me up to meet his lips, kissing me through his trembling release.
As he finished with a final pulsing tremble, his lips shifted from my mouth to my neck, burying his face there, giving me small kisses and nibbles.
Our pulses thudded a rapid tune, perfectly in sync with each other.
A scary, soft feeling hollowed out in my heart.
A feeling I hadn’t had in years.
Stronger than affection.
Stronger than desire or lust.
I think… I may be falling for Conrad.
I gulped as he lifted his head from my neck and gave me another soft kiss.
His smile nearly decimated me. Falling for someone should be filled with joy—and based on the lazy grin and content, tilt of his brows, that’s just how Conrad felt. Relaxed. Happy.
But this feeling for me? It left me panicking. These feelings never ended well for me, historically speaking.
Then again, maybe Conrad was different. He seemed different. Felt different.
“What now?” I croaked, afraid of what his answer might be.
