Page 146 of Things We Left Behind
“Almost,” I rasped.
“More. All of it. Please,” Sloane begged.
I pulled out almost to the tip and then I drove back in on a vicious upthrust. Her tight muscles fought against my invasion for an agonizing moment, and then something gave way and that final inch slid home.
It was ecstasy. I’d fucked my way into heaven again. She held me in a tight, wet clutch better than anything I’d ever experienced. Despite last night’s debauchery, my balls felt so full they ached. My ass was clenched tight, ready to fuck. My entire body was rigid with the desire to move.
I managed to pry my eyes open to take it all in.
I had her pinned to the couch. Her legs spasmed restlessly around my hips. I could feel the soft buds of her nipples as they played against my chest hair. I wanted to taste them again. I wanted to tasteheragain. I wanted to bury myself in her until I didn’t want her anymore.
“Are you good?” It came out as an angry growl.
“So good. So fucking good,” she whimpered.
It was all I needed to hear.
“You shouldn’t have left me,” I said, sliding out, clenching my teeth at the delicate drag of her muscles. Her body had fought my entrance, and now it was fighting to keep me inside.
I punctuated the accusation with several hard thrusts. Those full, round breasts bounced every time I bottomed out inside her.
“We could have been doing this in a bed,” I chastised.
“Your couch performance is adequate,” she panted.
“You made me drive all the way here just to take you and your sweet pussy again,” I growled.
“Nobody asked you to waste the gas.” Her inner walls fluttered around me. My little librarian liked it when I talked dirty.
I ducked my head to lick over one nipple, then the other. She shivered under me and arched her back, putting her breasts on display for me.
I fucked into her again and again, using my foot to push off the floor to gain as much leverage as possible.
“Yes! More. Harder,” she chanted.
It was like she was begging me to break her.
“God, I hate that you’re so good at this,” she moaned.
“Shut up and take my cock like a good girl,” I ordered.
That was all it took. I felt her orgasm slam into her. It was familiar to me now. I knew I would never forget how it felt to have Sloane Walton fall apart on my cock.
Those slick, tight inner walls clamped down on my aching erection as I impaled her on it. My vision went black as her pussy milked my shaft with an explosion of ripples. I hated the latex that separated us. I hated that last barrier between us with a passion, as if it was keeping me from something I’d waited for my entire life.
I held deep and buried my face in her neck, hand gripping her hair, and willed myself not to come even as she writhed under me, undulated around me.
This was the last time. And Istillhadn’t had enough.
“Please don’t come yet,” she sobbed as she bucked under me, using my body to shamelessly ride out her release.
“Why?” The question was harsh. My balls were so full, so tight. I needed release.
“I want more,” she confessed.
“Goddammit,” I muttered. Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead and back as I fought for control. As I pushed my need down. I held there, sheathed to the hilt, as her tremors finally gentled to delicate squeezes.
She was clung to me like I was her salvation. Her entire body vibrated from the orgasm.
