Page 16 of Mr. Hook-up

“And you’re huge,” she hissed. “Jesus, Mr.Boston.”

I stayed buried, not moving at all to allow her to get used to me.

While she constricted around my shaft, her breathing turned labored, her nails now digging through my jacket and shirt.

I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth and held it with my teeth.

She didn’t have to tell me when she was ready. I felt it—the release of her nails, the way the pulsing inside her body began to die down.

That was when I reared my hips back and stroked in. “There’s only one thing I want to hear from you.”

She exhaled against my face. “What?”

“Your fucking screams.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me close, her body tensing, her legs squeezing my waist. “I’m almost there.”

I increased my speed, my power, driving through her narrowness. “That’s not good enough. I want you shuddering against my cock.”

With the way I was holding her, I was able to free up a hand, and I moved it to the front of her, slipping a finger onto that spot I had just licked, rubbing back and forth.

“And now ... I’m lost.”

I’d released her lip, but I nipped it again. “Love, I want you to come. Now.”

All it took was that command, that hard buck into her opening along with the tap of her clit, and she was quivering.

“Ahhh!”She inhaled.“Yesss!”

I felt each wave because it came with a pulse, a tightening, her body clinging to me, like I was going to leave her.

But I wasn’t going anywhere.

I had eight minutes, I roughly estimated, and I was going to use every one of them.

“Mr.Boston!” she screamed. “I’m coming!”

And that only made me go faster.

If she wanted to remember this night forever, I was going to make sure that happened.

I was going to make sure there was only one man who had ever made her feel this way, and that was me.

A desire that I wasn’t sure I fully understood, but one that felt vital.

She gasped. “What have you done to me?”

“I’m not done yet.”

When the ripples in her navel began to still, I pulled her off the wall and put my back there instead. “You better hold on,” I warned. She rotated her arms around my neck, and I thrust her into the air, bouncing her over my length.

Each stroke turned stronger.

Deeper.

Harder.

Her sounds got louder every time, her head even falling back, her lips opening and “Oh. My. God” pouring out of them.

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