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After another few seconds, he shudders, shakes his head, and lifts his hips, effectively breaking the trance.
“Fuck… you feel too good, baby girl. I’m not gonna last long. Let’s get you there again.”
Say what now?
I don’t have time to question him before he’s sitting up, wrapping his arms around my low back, and bowing his head to spit on my clit.
Legit. Right. On. My. Clit.
Should I give him some sort of award for that? A round of applause? Talk about shooting your shot.
Before my brain can catch up, he’s reaching a hand between us, stroking me in tight circles as he fucks me from below. I would protest and insist I’m good—but heat is rapidly rising up my neck.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Dem. Dempsey. I’m…”
“Yes, baby girl. Fuck, you feelsogood. You’re gonna come again for me, aren’t you?”
I can barely nod as I let go of everything around me.
Every thought. Every worry. Every insecurity or witty remark.
It all pours out of my goddamn soul as my toes involuntarily tingle.
“Thatta girl,” he whispers directly into my ear as he strokes and fucks me. “Clench around me, princess. Let me feel how much you love this cock.”
I scream out and nearly dislodge his dick as my body convulses on command. I cry out with every wave of release, which only spurs him on. He jackhammers into me until he curses, buries his head between my tits, and moans my name.
We’re a mess of breathless pants and sated whimpers as we cling to each other.
I’ve never experienced anything like this in my life.
I can’t fucking wait to do it again.
Chapter 27
Maddie
Iwakeuptothe sound of the doorbell. I’m disoriented enough that I have to sit up and rub the sleep out of my eyes before I can make sense of what’s happening.
“Stay put, baby girl. I’ll be right back.”
Dempsey kisses my bare shoulder before rising from the bed, pulling on his pants, and leaving the room.
I pout at his retreating form. Where the hell does he think he’s going? I check the time on my phone and see that it’s already ten. I can’t remember the last time I slept in this late.
After he fucked my brains out and made me question everything I know about sex, we stayed up talking for hours. Even when we were both yawning through every other sentence, neither of us wanted the night to end.
We talked about his job at The Oak, and I told him about my new apartment off campus. He told me all about his time at Harvard, and about the entrepreneurship contest he won his senior year. He talked a little about his mom, and I told him about my dream of living in a big city and making big bucks as a corporate lawyer.
It was like the perfect first date. Except we skipped the awkward small talk and just went right for the stuff that matters while lying naked in my bed.
And then, once we were too sleepy to keep our eyes open, he rolled on a fresh condom, sucked on my neck and tits, and fucked me so deeply I thought I wet the damn bed from the amount of pleasure that dripped out of me.
That’s right. Dempsey Haas made me come thrice last night.
No man has ever made me come even once during sex—a fact Ididn’tshare with Dempsey—and I’m mortified at the thought of what I’ve been settling for.
I enjoy sex, and Idoorgasm, but I usually have to be very hands-on in my own pleasure with guys my age. Occasionally, I just fake it to get it over with, then rub one out while the guy’s in the bathroom or once he leaves for the night.
