Page 43 of One Night Stand

Putting his finger at the center and top of my ass, he lowered it slowly. My ass clenched when he ran over the bud there and I bit my lip when he rimmed my pussy opening. I was still soaked from earlier, more than ready for his thick girth.

His finger left me and, glancing over my shoulder again, I saw him take himself in hand, moving even closer. He swept the head of his cock over the path his finger just took and ran his other hand up my back, reaching up to clasp around the back of my neck. He squeezed once gently just before he pushed in fully.

My head dropped to my crossed forearms, my mouth open on the soundless plea his entering me always seemed to provoke. With his arm at my neck and his cock deep inside me, his body blanketed mine gently. He dropped his other hand to rest on knuckles beside me, giving me the feeling of being completely enveloped without his body weight directly on me.

“Goddamn, I missed this,” he grunted as he pulled out slowly. He squeezed my neck once more before moving that hand to mirror his other, allowing him to press kisses up and down my spine as he started to work his hips against mine.

Wantonly, I pushed back against him every time he thrust, needing him deeper and harder than he was already going.

“More, Conor.”

He chuckled against my back before pushing himself up straight, his hands at my hips. If anything, he slowed his thrusts down, letting his pull drag deliciously against my inner walls.

“Oh my God, Conor.” I moved my arms so they were beside me in push-up position, only so I could keep my open mouth gasp muffled against his mattress. He pulled back and cocked his hips, twisted the angle enough to cause small moans of ecstasy to crash through my mouth. I didn’t feel him move a hand from my hip, but soon my hair was being pulled gently, enough to take my mouth from his bed, my head back and neck exposed.

“I want to hear it, Mia. Tell me what this does to you. Tell me what my thick cock in this tight pussy does to you.”

“God, Conor, it’s fucking…” I moaned again, my eyes closed. “Right there, Conor. Right there.” I pushed back onto him, which earned me a chuckle and slight swat to my ass.

“Tell me, don’t take, Mia baby.”

“Harder, Conor.”

“Like this?” He let go of my hair and gripped my hips with both hands again, slamming hard up into me.

“Oh God, Yes, Conor.” The feel of his thickness inside me, the slick and quick push past my muscles, had me incredibly close to coming again.

He did it one more time, but I needed more. “Faster, Conor. Fuck me like you want me.”

He held himself in me so incredibly deep and didn’t move. “Don’t ever think I don’t want you, Mia baby. Fuck, I want you. I fucking need you.”

Before I could respond though, his hips were pounding into me ruthlessly, giving me everything I needed and more. I muttered his name over and over, mixed in with high moans and senseless words, squeezing my eyes shut against the onslaught of feeling.

I was so close.

So damn close.

Knowing, God he knew me so fucking well, Conor reached around me and held his finger over my clit, our rocking hips causing his finger to move ever so slightly.

But just enough to send me over.

“Oh, fuck, Conor!” Rather than bury my head in the mattress, I threw my head back, my arms and neck straining with my release.

“Yeah, baby. Just like that.” His hips continued to work against me, his thick cock pushing against the resistance my orgasm was causing until finally his loud grunt matched my quiet mews of pleasure.

And then it was over too soon.

Conor pulled out and I moaned at the loss. Rather than him leave to clean himself up though, he lay beside me, pulling me onto my side yet facing away from him. He then pulled me close and wrapped his arm around me, his hand resting on my belly gently and kissed my shoulder.

Here we were in this huge bed, and he wanted to keep me close. I couldn’t stop the onslaught of tears from filling my eyes, even though it was a stupid thing to get teary about.

I closed my eyes, hoping Conor wouldn’t notice, but the damn man seemed to notice everything.

“What’s wrong?” I felt him push up behind me so he could look into my face.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” I said, not really lying. I put my hands under my cheek and tried to settle in for a nap. I winced when the baby chose that moment to kick something vital but I kept my eyes closed.

For a second, I thought Conor was going to drop it but instead he climbed over me. I opened my eyes, which of course caused a tear to spill, and saw him sitting on his knees, looking down at me. The sight was actually quite comical, big burly, bearded, tatted man sitting on his knees while naked, looking down at me.

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