Page 87 of Kiss and Tell
He rubbed and circled until my panties became damp, until I was squirming against him, the throbbing ache inside me becoming almost painful.
“Connor,” I groaned as I clung to the edge of the counter with both hands. “Please. I can’t stand it— Please!”
He ripped my panties down my legs and I kicked them off. He plunged two fingers inside me and I moaned, my wetness easing his passage as he fucked me with his fingers. In and out he went, driving me crazy, until I was close to begging for his cock.
“I need more,” I gasped.
He pulled out and I let out a whine in the back of my throat.
“What—” I panted, whirling my head around to look at him.
He grabbed my wrist and dragged me down the hallway into his bedroom then tossed me onto the bed. I climbed onto my knees, face first and ass up.
“Give it to me,” I demanded breathlessly. “Now.”
He took only a moment to tear off his jeans and grab a foil packet from the nightstand. I was left bereft of his touch, longing and wanton as I wiggled my hips back and forth.
“Come back,” I did beg then.
“So impatient.” He ran a soothing hand up and down my thigh, then smacked lightly. I moaned loudly at the pleasure-pain.
“More,” I begged again. This man drove me insane, made me crave things I hadn’t known I’d wanted. “Harder.”
He gave it to me, just as I asked, slapping the flesh of my ass with more force. I groaned, my limbs shaking and liquid heat pooling between my legs.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he breathed. He used both thumbs to part my lower lips and darted forward to take a long lick from top to bottom. My insides clenched and pulsed.
“Now,” I panted, “I need you to fuck me now.”
Without wasting another minute, he grabbed himself by the base and fed his cock into me. I gasped and trembled at the stretch of it. I’d forgotten how big he was, how hot and thick he felt when he was inside me. It burned in the most delicious of ways, leaving me breathless.
“Fuck…” I groaned. “It’s so good…”
He cupped my jaw from behind, exposing my neck as he sunk his teeth into my skin.
“We’re not done yet, gorgeous,” he murmured into my ear. “You’ve only taken half of my cock so far.”
I whined and trembled, eyes wide and unseeing as he finally bottomed out, having filled me to the absolute brim, making me take every single inch of him.
Then he pulled out slowly with a pleasurable drag of his cock and thrusted back in, making a choked sound leave my throat.
“That’s it, gorgeous, take all of it,” he growled with another thrust of his hips.
The push and pull was almost too much, the onslaught almost more than I could handle. Every time he entered me a burning hot pleasure sang through my veins, and every retreat left me shamelessly begging for more.
His cock jerked erratically inside me and I knew he was close. He brought a hand to the apex of my thighs and played with me until I was a sobbing mess, my head thrashing back and forth.
“Connor—!” I cried out as I flew over the edge, fingers clawing the sheets as I was overcome with unbearable pleasure.
He groaned loudly, and with one more almost violent thrust, he joined in the abyss. His whole body quaked as every muscle tensed then relaxed, until he finally collapsed, draping himself over my back with heaving gasps.
Still jerking with the aftershocks, we caught our breath together with our sticky, sweaty skin plastered to one another’s.
I let out one last pleased moan as I stretched my arms and legs, trying to relieve my overworked limbs. Connor rolled off me to land on his side.
“Fuck, that was…” he blew out a breath and ran a hand over his face.
“It was fucking hot,” I agreed. Then I paused, uncertain. “I did turn off the stove, right?”
