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I do as I’m told and suck in air before he pushes forward. My hips finally meet his and I am so full I can feel him in my sternum. I stare up at him wide-eyed as his body shakes, obviously trying to go easy on me.
Before I can ask if he is okay, he rolls his hips and I cry out as he surges forward again.
“My god, this cunt,” he rumbles out next to my ear.
Four hard, furious thrusts of his hips and pleasure splinters inside me. Oh my god. My fingers dive into his hair, and I pull his head to mine, kissing him. I suck lightly and my body seizes.
I can literally feel his cock harden even more inside me. How the fuck is it getting bigger?
The snarl on his face is gone, a wicked grin in its place, and I look up at him with wonder. One of his large hands latches onto my ass and my eyes fly wide open when he pulls out of me slightly before plunging back into my drenched pussy.
“Hell yes!” I cry out. He’s impossibly huge, but it hurts so good.
He lets me catch my breath before kissing me like he has all the time in the world, like I’m a rare vintage he wants to savor. His hands capture mine in his and he stares into my eyes. He stares so long it’s as if he can see inside my soul, and I’m caught up and overwhelmed quickly. Heart thundering in my chest, my pulse races and I close my eyes, hiding from the sensations coursing through me. It’s too much. He’s too much.
“Aubrey.” My name leaves his lips like a prayer before his body begins to batter mine as he fucks me, thrusting himself home again and again.
My body seizes and my hips lift to meet his strokes, causing him to groan.I can’t.Oh my god.
A millisecond later, stars explode behind my eyes as I orgasm again. My body seizes around his thick, pounding cock, clenching around him just as he heaves and goes rigid. I bite my lip in excitement, moaning when I feel his hot cum spurting inside me. His depthless brown eyes bore into mine, and the thick slashes of his brows pull down low as he growls.
Holy fucking god!
He thrusts again and again, his hips bucking against mine uncontrollably. I grab hold as he trembles, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as he fucks me, all while I breathe in his earthy, sweet scent. He finally goes still and groans before falling on me, making me giggle.
“That was spectacular,” he says, staring down at me with a soft look in his eyes, then brushes the hair from my brow and peppers kisses across my face and throat.
It’s strange how sweet he is being. The soft kisses are completely at odds with how he was just murdering my pussy a moment ago, and it feelsnice. Shit.
“I haven’t come like that in forever.” My voice comes out wrong, as if I’ve been yelling for hours, and my limbs don’t seem to be working right. I am well and thoroughly fucked.
I blush as he chuckles, yelping when he gathers me up in his arms to lift me toward the pillows.
“Thank you,” I croak, more satisfied than I have ever been in my life.
Feeling warmer and more content than I can ever remember, I close my eyes. He rolls, tucking me in next to him protectively. My heart swells when he kisses me on the forehead, like I am precious. He makes me feelprecious.
“Sleep now. You won’t get as much rest next time.” He bends to kiss me lightly on the nose. “Until then, I’ll tide myself over by inventing new ways to fuck your pussy.”
I can’t stop the blush that creeps over my face. I stare up into his eyes that practically smolder with fire, and his cock stirs against my thigh. How the hell do you even reply to that? I bite my lip, lost for words, but his sexy, arrogant mouth curves into a smile.The jerk knows what he does.
“Go to sleep,” he urges again, squeezing me in his arms.
I sigh and close my eyes when I feel him relax against me.
Best sex ever.
Chapter 13
AUBREY
I stare downwith complete disbelief. That... that is just... my god. I scoot away, biting down on my lip to keep from whining like a little bitch. My poor, poor vagina. No wonder he didn’t let me look at it. It’s vaginal death in the form of a penis, so big I would cringe if I had to see it next to a ruler.
I wince and move to get out of the bed, barely breathing for fear I’ll wake him—orit—up.
Attempting to avoid the aching between my legs, I awkwardly tiptoe to the bathroom, sore from the night before—which shall henceforth be known as The Dickening.
Oh my god, I am waddling. I whine before stretching my legs, performing a few yoga moves to stretch my hamstrings out. I pee like I came in here to do, and groan into my hand.
