Page 67 of A Little Twist

My tongue slides over my bottom lip, and my stomach trembles. It’ssookay. “I won’t run away from you again.”

He stands off the crate, wrapping his arms around me. My breasts flatten against his bare chest, and only thin rayon separates my body from his.

He cups my jaw, leaning down to pull my lips with his. “What was that song you were singing in the ocean?”

“‘I Have a Dream.’ It was from…” I gasp as his mouth moves behind my ear, kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin there. “Broadway.”

“It haunted my memory.” His fingers slide along the laces covering my back, undoing them one by one. “The same way your body haunted my dreams.”

Electricity skitters through my veins with every touch. “I love the way you touch me.”

My dress falls, and he leans down, cupping my breast and pulling my nipple into his mouth with a firm suck. A loud moan rips from my throat, and he straightens, consuming my mouth again. This time he parts my lips with his, and his tongue sweeps in to find mine.

I clasp his cheeks in my hands, rising on my toes to meet him, chasing his lips with mine, tasting his tongue.

“No one has ever touched me like you do.” I gasp as his mouth moves to my cheek.

“Come with me.” He holds my hand as we step out of the bathtub, leaving my dress behind.

We’re both topless. He’s in jeans, and I’m in a tiny scrap of a thong. He moves quickly, guiding me to the bedroom, and turning me so my chest is against the wall.

“I have to be inside you now.” It’s possessive and hungry. “You have no idea how crazy you make me.”

The growl in his tone soaks my panties. My elbows are bent, and my cheek presses against the smooth pine as he yanks my thong off my body. Dropping to his knees, he buries his face between my legs, and my back arches.

He only takes a few passes before standing. “I don’t have a condom.”

“We don’t need one.” I’m desperate and needy. “I have an implant. I’m clean.”

“Me, too.” His hands move swiftly at my backside, grazing my hypersensitive skin as he unfastens his jeans and shoves them down.

Arching my back, I whimper as he slides his hard dick up and down the seam of my pussy before slamming fully inside me.

“Oh, God…” I whimper. He’s thick and fat and perfectly long.

“Fuck me…” It’s a ragged groan. “You’re so wet.”

His hand fumbles up the front of my thighs, threading and circling my clit as he thrusts faster, going deeper in me. Wetness slips onto my inner thighs, and he circles faster, melting my knees.

“Oh, shit…” I grip the wall, doing my best to stay upright as he pushes harder.

“You take me so good.” He groans, fucking me onto my tip-toes, driving so deep, he finds the sweet spot that rolls my eyes.

“Fuck, Alex.” It’s a quivering gasp, and my legs spread wider. I need more.

Pleasure tightens in my lower belly, and my body starts to buck. I’m arching my back, twerking and riding his cock, doing my best to match his relentless pace.

It’s true, I’ve never been fucked this way. He devours me like I’m his last meal before dying, like I’m the first scent of water after crossing the desert, like I’m a promise of sunlight in the dead of winter.

I’ve never been so desired, so worshiped. I’ve never felt so safe.

“Come for me.” His growl is low at the back of my neck, and chills race down my spine to my pussy. “Come!”

His teeth graze my shoulder, and when he bites me, I lose it. My eyes squeeze shut. The pleasure is overwhelming, and with another thrust, my body goes rigid. I let out a guttural noise I’ve never made in my life. Everything in me shakes and spasms as if I’ve touched an electric fence. Pleasure floods my pussy, which is clenching and pulling uncontrollably.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” he gasps as he holds. “I feel you…”

He thrusts two, three more times as if by reflex. My core is still spasming around him, and he wraps two strong arms around my waist holding me securely. My fingers are weak against the wall, and I have the most ridiculous urge to laugh, which I don’t.

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