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She grinned. “Bye, Sasha.”
Niko hurried outside, hopped in Jax’s truck, and fired up the engine.
He peeked in the rearview mirror at Paulina’s little yurt as he drove away.
I don’t know how I’ll be able to give you up, he thought with a frown.
16
Paulina
Paulina curled up in her bedsheets, a blissed-out smile plastered across her tired face. Outside, Sasha was careful not to slam the truck door. Gravel crunched as he drove away. She closed her eyes and let the truck’s drone, fading into the distance, carry her to sleep …
What felt like only a minute later, her phone rang. She picked it up and sleepily answered, “Hello?”
“Hey, Paulie!” It was Piper. “Where are you?”
“In bed,” she murmured.
“In bed?!Time to wake up, girl! It’s almost eleven!” Piper sounded like she was at a party—the girls in the background bantered over loud music. “We’re all over here getting ready, and my maid of honor is MIA! I want you to do my hair, remember?”
Paulina sat up and cast her blurry gaze at the alarm clock. Four hours had passed in the blink of an eye.
“Shit! Sorry, Pip, I overslept. I’ll clean up and head over soon.”
“See you, love,” the bride said and hung up.
Paulina slipped out of bed and quickly tidied up. There was no time for breakfast, so she took her morning vitamins and birth control pills on an empty stomach. She chased her pills by slamming an entire pint of water. Her body thanked her for it; last night’s marathon sex session had left her a little chapped and dehydrated.
Her skin felt sticky, salty and oily—another reminder of last night. She jumped into the shower. Dirty memories began to play in her mind’s eye as she soaped herself up: she remembered the feel of his taut biceps beneath her fingers as he slid in and out of her. She heard his manly grunts of pleasure as he came, the deeppulsing of his cock in her mouth, the salty-sweet taste of his seed as she swallowed.
She’d never had anyone fuck her like Sasha before. All night long, he spanked her, choked her, pulled her hair and tossed her around. She never would’ve thought she’d evenlikethat … until he just went anddidit. The way he used her flesh for his own enjoyment made her soaking wet, just thinking about it now.
Ugh,everything about it was perfect.
She’d never done it so many times in one night. Nor had she been with a man who could come and be ready for more a minute later—his cock never even went soft before he was ready to go again!
Andwhata cock, too …mmm.Just thinking about it made her insides clench and stir. What was it about that magical dick that made her come so hard, so many times?
It’s that bomb athlete dick,she thought, giggling in the shower.Oh my God! It’s absolutely true!
The size and shape of his cock were literally perfect. Before Sasha, she’d never had an orgasm from penis-in-vagina sex. And frankly, she didn’t quite believe the women who claimed they did. Surely, it was all a myth, and these poor women were deluding themselves, right? Ithadto be, because she’d never even come closeto getting anywhere near a climax from PIV sex.
But until last night, she’d never had a dick as big as Sasha’s, either.
Wasthatthe secret? Sheer size? God, she hoped not—it was so primitive, in a way. And she didn’twantto be a size queen—it seemed unfair, somehow, because the smaller guys couldn’t control what nature gifted them.
But there was no denying the way Sasha’s big dick made her feel. His thick girth stretched her out and made her feel so pleasantly stuffed and full. His divine length reached areas she didn’t even know existed—it was like the deepest part of her vagina unfurled and opened, like a hidden door to a magical realm, revealing new levels of unreal pleasure.
There was nothing else like it. And theshapeof it, too—ugh! It was really, truly perfect! With every thrust in or out, the ridge of his glans grazed her G-spot. The popping sensation was absolutely toe-curling. He made her come again and again, and yet it wasneverenough. She wanted more, more,more.
Paulina detached the showerhead to rinse the soap off her body. She knew it was a dangerous move to put that stream of water anywherenearher vagina, considering the naughty thoughts still swirling around her head. But her pussy was sore—thebestkind of sore—and it was only a matter of time before she switched the shower dial to “massage” and curiously aimed the stream between her legs. The pulsating water stream pummeled her tender pussy. The lingering tension in her tummy quickly ratcheted tighter, threatening to snap like an overwound guitar string. The tension boiled over, and her back hit the tile wall, her muscles locked as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss coursed through her.
When it was over, she let out a happy sigh. She wasalmosttempted to do it again—but wait, what the hell was she doing? Piper was waiting for her to do her hair, for God’s sake!
“What did hedoto me?” she wondered aloud, and quickly shut the water off.
He’d made herinsatiable.
