Page 67 of Out of Bounds
“I’m clean. I want to feel you.”
“I’m clean too, and on the pill.”
His eyes light up. “I want to fuck you properly. Please let me inside you.”
“Yes.”
“This way.”
He eases me on to my hands and knees and I glance behind me when he takes a firm grip of my hips. Pleasure shoots through me at his touch and I snap my head around to face the wall when the fat head of his cock glides over my pussy lips and pushes into my entrance.
Thrills race over my skin and more pleasure pushes into me like a thousand knives but instead of pain I feel pure satisfaction.
He inches deeper and deeper and when my walls adjust to take his thickness and length, he starts to move inside me, fucking me.
His pumps speed up and he goes faster and faster building more pleasure, but this is from the friction of our bodied combined.
The sensation of us having sex luxuriates over me and my body becomes tight and taut as I surrender to the call of passion.
Each thrust sends shockwaves through me, wild and scorching hot and I’m moaning so much my brain becomes numb. The sound of us, flesh slapping against flesh and our cries of ecstasy fill the room.
The impact of him sizzles through me. He speeds up even more, driving into me with relentless force.
Powerful sensations build deep in my core and as his cock stiffens inside me, I come again. He comes too, but while he does he fucks me harder, squeezing my hips painfully.
I barely feel the pain though as I focus on the spray of hot cum that floods me.
He empties himself inside me, scorching my body clean. Then we both collapse into a sweaty heap from the impact.
We lay there on the bed for what feels like forever, him holding me and me grasping on to the sheets as I try to come back to earth.
“Tell me you remember, Vegas, Bree,” he whispers into my ear. “I know you do, but I want to hear you say it.”
I turn to face him and take in his handsome face.
Something has changed between us, and I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. What I know is that I don’t feel nervous to tell him anymore.
“I remember,” I whisper and he smiles.
He lowers to kiss me, and I kiss him back.
“I have a pool,” he says against my lips. “I have this fantasy of taking you up against the wall in the pool.”
“A fantasy of me?” My damn head is swelling so big it might burst.
“Yeah.”
“How long have you had that fantasy?”
“For years Mrs. Carson. Do you want me to show you what happens?”
“Yes.”
Chapter22
Ethan
Bree holds out a muffin to me and I bite into it.
