Page 57 of Making It While Faking It
Achilles moves back and forth across my body like that as an orgasm develops inside me. Overstimulated and ready to burst, I curl my back and lift my hips toward his fingers.
“Yes, baby, come.” His voice is deep, dark, and sexy.
I can hardly believe this is happening between us. That it is him who’s pleasuring me this way. I’m suddenly thankful that I walked in on Simon and Cherry fucking. If I hadn’t, would I have accepted my dad’s offer? Would I have signed the contract with Achilles? Would I be right here, right now, mouth open wide, clutching bed linens, choking on air, and…
“Ah!” I cry out as my orgasm spreads deep and intense through my hood.
Then Achilles is up. My body is still on fire. I curl in a ball and lay on my side until the orgasm he ignited continues to subside.
A condom wrapper tears.
I hear him roll the rubber onto his cock.
Oh, his cock. I haven’t gotten to touch it or see it yet. And so I look.
I gasp, surprised. Mercy, mercy on me. My jaw drops, and I can’t look away from the biggest penis I’ve ever encountered. It’s wide and at least nine inches long.
“It’s okay, babe. I’ll take it slow.” An eyebrow quirked, he smirks as he strokes the Titanic. He knows he’s huge, and he’s proud of it.
But I can’t close my mouth. “I had no idea,” I say, flabbergasted. I know his bulge was healthy, but gosh, his cock is plain obese.
“If you want, we can skip this part and do other things,” he says.
Shit, I have to stop staring at it as if I’m afraid of it. I’m not afraid of it.
I swallow the extra moisture that continues to pour into my mouth. “No, I want it,” I say like I mean it.
Both his eyebrows quirk up, and now here he comes.
My instincts take over as I roll onto my back. All the hormones that activate during a moment like this, dopamine, endorphins, and oxytocin, have been released. Achilles is between my calves then my thighs. Before he closes the space between us, I slide my fingers down his remarkable abs. Oh my, he’s so strong. He has the Titanic in his hand. Our lustful gazes do not detach until…
“Oh G-g-gosh…”
Many HoursLater
We’ve gone several rounds of full-bodied sex. I feel his heart beating so fast against my back. If he could, I know we would start making love again. But we gave the exercise all we had. My hair is damp. I’ve been on top of him, riding his cock like a mechanical bull. He’s been behind me, pounding me hard and fast, expertly bringing me to a body-quaking, weak-in-the-legs, collapsing-on-the-mattress kind of potent orgasm. Yet and still, I have not had my fill of Achilles Lord. I want more, so much more of him. And I’m certain he wants more of me too. After all, I’ve just experienced the best sex of my life.
And now, I’m in his arms, our nakedness against each other as my backside is flush with his front side. Achilles has dined on my breasts until he was full, but now he can’t take his hands off them. Heck, we can’t take our hands off each other.
“Achilles?” I ask, my voice rising in the stillness of the bedroom.
“Yes, TG?”
I chuckle because he’s being funny.
“Were you with Hercules and Paisley this weekend?”
He pauses, and I feel him stiffen against me. I wish he hadn’t done that. At least I know that he lusts me, but he doesn’t trust me, at least not yet. But I don’t call him out on it because lust without trust goes both ways.
“Why do you ask?” he says.
Great response.“Because Hercules calls Paisley PG. Therefore, I worked out that wherever you were, you were with them and Hercules constantly referring to Paisley as PG sort of annoyed you.” I flip over to face him and, lying on my side, I rest my head in the palm of my hand. Seeing his face again sends a thrill through me. Gosh, he’s so gorgeous. That’s why I stroke the side of his face until he captures my fingers and kisses the back of my hand. Ooh… the feel of his lips on my skin. I close my eyes to indulge in it.
“So,” I say after a long sigh. “I think you were also sort of intrigued by your brother referring to my cousin as PG, and so, in annoyance and adoration, you started calling me TG.” I smile playfully.
He tucks two fingers under my chin and then plants a soft soul-rousing kiss on me. “Yet another reason why I can’t resist you, TG,” he whispers as though my tongue and lips have just taken his breath away.
Eyes still closed as I experience all the good sensations from that kiss, I whisper, “You can’t resist me?”
