Page 72 of Best Man
Her body ached with craving. She couldn’t deny herself this! Throwing all caution to the wind, she looked him in the eye and whispered, “I’m yours, Sasha.”
Hearing those words, Sasha understood he could do with her whatever he wanted. He let loose a grumble of satisfaction and pushed, sinking his weight into her. They both moaned as his big dick parted her folds and opened her. She feltallof him—the rawness of his flesh, the intense heat of his cock, the pulsing of his heart—stretching and stuffing her pussy full. He slid right in, parking the tip of his cock against her cervix. Slowly, gently, he pulled out, leaving a deep and terrible yearning in her womb that she knew onlyhecould fill.
Thankfully, Sasha couldn’t stand to be apart any more than she could. After a brief and agonizing moment of separation, he stuffed himself inside her again. In and out, Sasha widened her, slowly picking up pace with every pump.
She didn’t care if this was irresponsible—it was so hot, and so raw, it was absolutelyworthit. Every last inch of it. Her stomach began to churn with a spreading heat—he was going to make her come again.
“I’m yours, Sasha,” she whispered. She told him again, just so he couldn’t possibly have a shred of doubt, “Allyours.”
His juicy lips fused to hers and she moaned into his mouth. His dick, thrusting and swiveling, hitallthe right spots, and her flesh began to tingle.
Last night they fucked—but tonight, they made sweet and tender love. Her gentle moans began to rise, becoming shrieks of orgasm that she tried to bury in Sasha’s shoulder. After her climax, she realized she’d soaked the bedsheets under her bottom—which she would’ve been embarrassed about if she were in bed with any other guy. But it only seemed to turn Sasha on even more.
“You’re so fucking wet and tight,” he growled, his head rolling back as he lost himself inside her flesh. “Your pussy ismine.”
“All yours,” she agreed.
“Yes,” he hissed. He pumped into her harder, faster, the bed shaking beneath them as his waist slammed against her pelvis again and again. His abs began to clench, and his breath grew shallow.
Sensing he was close, she warned him, “Don’t come inside me, okay?”
“I won’t,” he said, a river of sweat streaming down his chest. “I’m going to come all over you.”
“Yes!” she moaned, turned on by the dirty thought. “Cover me with your come.”
“Fuck yeah,” he snarled, picking up his pace.
His stamina was incredible. The bed, hell, the entireyurtshook as he drilled her with his huge cock. A normal guy would’ve tapped out long ago—either from orgasm or fatigue—but Sasha was a world-class athlete. He slammed into her harder, faster, thumping Paulina with a mind-numbing blur of cock. Before she knew it, her body began to smolder again.
“Oh God,” she announced, her voice wavering. “I’m coming!”
“I’m coming, too!” he roared, pulling out in the nick of time.
Paulina and Sasha came together, her tiny bedroom erupting into a crescendo of groans and moans. An electric current surged through her quaking body, making her limbs erratically thrash about. She wasn’t in control of her body, but she still felt the thick spurts of liquid warmth shooting all over her. The thrill of being marked with Sasha’s seed triggered another wave of pleasure.
When it was over, she laid in a tired heap, the erotic scent of his seed all around her. Sasha, panting for air, collapsed next to her.
“Damn,” he muttered. “That was amazing.”
She cracked her eyes open and glanced down her body. He’d painted streaks of white all over her tummy, tits, and all the way up to her neck. She loved seeing his load—especially one that size.
“Wow. You came alot.” She grinned, feeling sexy. “You really made a mess out of me.”
He laid next to her, stared deep into her eyes, and stroked her hair. “A beautiful mess.”
She snickered tiredly. “Sounds on point. I’ll take it.”
He put his arms around her, squeezing her tight, and they basked in the warm glow they’d created together. But Paulina began to feel self-conscious. She wrapped herself up in Sasha’s arms and buried her face in his strong chest, where his sexy, comforting scent was strongest. But she had to saysomething.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” she finally managed to eke out, her cheeks warm with embarrassment.
“What?” he asked.
“We fucked without a condom, Sasha!”
“Oh. Yeah.” He gave a shrug. Maybe he did this kind of thing all the time? If so—ew, Sasha!
“It’s definitely not something I make a habit of doing,” she murmured. “But maybe you screw tons of girls without a condom?”
