Page 202 of S is for SEX

“Fuck…” I bellowed.

The orgasm felt as if it came from my deep within my pussy, which was something I wasn’t used to. Orgasms in my past were more of a sensation of my skin and outer region, but this felt as if it developed inside my soul.

From my nipples to the tip of his deeply situated cock, my body tingled. I blinked my eyes repeatedly, fully expecting something to change, but it didn’t. Satisfied I had truly found my mate, and Blake had found his calling in life, I lifted my throbbing pussy from his slowly diminishing rod and collapsed onto his legs, chest down.

“That was incredible,” I said, my face resting on his thigh.

He raised himself up on his elbows slightly. “It was awesome.”

I tilted my head to the side, turned to face him, and grinned. Looking at him from my vantage point allowed me to glance all the way up his torso, seeing his each and every well-defined muscle. At the top of his mid-section, his swollen chest heaved up and down.

I glanced to the side at his tattooed arms. The tattoos on his sweat-covered biceps glistened as he situated his arms. He gazed down at me and grinned.

“How uhhm. How long until we can do it again?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Until we can fuck again?” he asked as he ran his fingers through his hair.

I made a feeble attempt to shrug my shoulders. “Uhhm, whenever you can get it up.”

“Okay. Give me a few minutes,” he said.

My eyes widened considerably. “You’re not done?”

He chuckled and shook his head as he ran his fingers through his hair again. “Done? No, I’m not done. But I may have some bad news.”

“Uhhm, huh? Bad news?”

He grinned and nodded his head. “The next time I visit Doc Racine, I’m going to have to tell him I’m a sex addict, and this time I won’t be lying.”

I grinned in return.

Thank God.

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