Page 71 of A Flighty Fake Boyfriend
I shuddered all over. “I’m gasping for it.”
“Ask me.”
“Please, Epic. Give me your cock.”
His fingers slid between my ass cheeks and whatever he did with the plug sent a wave of pleasure through my body. “Ready for this to come out?”
“Only if you promise you'll fill me with your dick.” My knees buckled, and I gripped the sink to stay upright.
“Ready for me to fuck you?” he asked.
“Yes,”I begged. “Yes, please fuck me.”
I braced myself on the counter while foil rustled and lube slurped behind me, and then he pulled the plug out and pushed his cock inside me in one long, slow move.
“Ah God, Epic…” I gasped. “Oh God. Yes.”
“You like this?” he asked. “You like my fat cock in your ass, Ryan?”
“Yes.” I didn't take my eyes off his. "Yes, God. Yes. Harder."
I groaned with each heave of slick skin as he pumped inside me. I groaned with each brush of his cock against my sweet spot.
"Fuuuuuck,"I whimpered. “Not gonna last.”
“Let go.” His breath ghosted over my ear. “I’ve got you.”
And he did. My God, each stroke struck like lightning inside me.
I opened my mouth to breathe and out came these helpless, guttural cries. I should have been ashamed to let them go. I should have been taking back some of the control he’d wrested from me all day. Instead, I jerked, and bucked, and twisted, and sobbed his name, and when I felt the first faint tumbling sensation of orgasm wash over me, I went limp and helpless in his arms.
“Yes, Epic,” I cried out. “Yes. Godyes…”
We stiffened and came in a thunderclap of pleasure, and then I fell against him, and he fell to the floor.
“Oh, whoa.” He gathered me in his arms. “You okay, sweetheart?”
“Think so.” I lay with my back to his chest, my head on his shoulder, covered in sweat and jizz. “That go as planned?”
I felt him chuckle. “More or less, minus the free fall at the end.”
“Couldn’t hold my own there.”
“No worries.” He palmed my damp hair off my forehead and planted tiny kisses up and down my neck. “Bones intact?”
“I think so. Yours?”
“Can’t feel ’em.”
He slumped against the side of the tub and wrapped both arms around me.
“So that’s edging?” I said the words conversationally. He laughed against my back. “Good to know.”
“Let’s take a quick shower and lie down somewhere.”
“Somewhere?”
“Anywhere.” He hauled me to my feet and turned me to face him. “Christ, you’re beautiful.”
