Page 32 of False Pretenses

“If you make that noise, how will I let you go?”

“How am I going to keep quiet when your dick is about to slide into me?”

He shrugged. They stood there in the middle of the floor, him taking all of her weight without a problem. She held on to his shoulders, dripping wet and trying not to give in, but her heat was moist and ready. One more inch and he’d fill her.

“Nathan,” she begged.

He allowed her to fall a little more, and she cried out his name once again. His cock pierced her sex an inch. She had to have more and wriggled her hips. A hiss escaped between his teeth. When she raised her head, she caught the same hunger she felt glimmering in his eyes, but his grip tightened.

“Not yet.”

She let her head fall back and shut her eyes. “You want to torment us both.”

“Isn’t it good?”

“Yes.” She panted, trying to get it together. The effort cost too much energy. Nathan lowered her down his shaft until he filled her to capacity, and then he raised her higher. She clenched his shoulders. “More.”

“You want all of it, baby?”

A tremor shook her, and she nuzzled his neck, snaked her tongue along his throat, and sucked with gentle pressure at his Adam’s apple. This time, he moaned, and she grinned in satisfaction.

He brought her down again and then back up. Her pussy walls seemed to swell around his dick, squeezing it. She exercised her internal muscles, trying to keep him where she wanted him. Nathan palmed her ass to maintain control. He set the pace, and no matter how much she pleaded, he didn’t speed up or slow down. Her body thrummed to the beat he set, and nothing she did changed the fact. She kissed his lips, along his strong neck, and even tweaked his nipples. The man gave in to moans of pleasure but nothing more.

“Nathan.”

“Yes, baby,” he murmured, “say my name. Tell me how I make you feel.”

“You’re a bastard,” she complained and struggled against the wonderful onslaught of his cock grinding into her, only to be taken away. Her core wound tighter, escalating toward an orgasm, but every time her thighs began to quiver, he stopped moving. “You’re driving me crazy!”

“That’s the aim, sweetheart.”

She looked into his eyes, frowning. “Is this payback for what I said?”

“You think I would punish you by not letting you come?”

“I don’t know.”

She tried reading his expression, but couldn’t determine what he thought or if he was still mad. Was this on purpose? Did he intend for them both to find satisfaction? She opened her mouth to demand to know the answer, but he brought her down hard on his cock, and she screamed in delight. He turned and strode toward the closed door, but rather than open it, he thumped her against it, withdrew his cock, and thundered home in her pussy again.

“Yes, yes!”

Now her hands shook, and her thigh muscles spasmed so much, she teetered on the edge of an orgasm. Unable to hold on to him, she depended on his strength, but he had no problem pinning her to the door and thrusting into her over and over.

“How can I deny myself this, let alone you?” His words were slurred, lust filled, and heavy. “You have no idea how tight your pussy is and how little I can resist being inside it. Do you feel the way you squeeze me?”

“You’re so big,” she whimpered.

“No, you make me swell.”

“Nathan.”

“Damn it, woman, what you do to me.” He pounded her harder, and his pelvis rubbed her clit each time, driving her desires higher. In the morning, she would be sore, but right now…let it never end…

Nathan hung one of her legs over his forearm. The other he shifted farther until her ankle rested on his shoulder. Her ass rose and spread, and still he ground deep into her wetness. The moist sounds their bodies made as they came together, along with the slap of their flesh meeting, took her plummeting over the precipice. She shouted his name one last time, and then she couldn’t hold back even if she tried. Her orgasm took hold, and she sobbed in pleasure. Nathan didn’t stop pumping into her until he, too, found his release, and then his pace eased, slowing to stillness.

He let her stand, but her knees gave, and he zipped her into his arms again.

“It’s okay. I can—”

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