Page 64 of S is for SEX

TWENTY-ONE

Jaz

Day sixty.

With the rhythm of a dancer he gyrated his hips, bringing the pleasure of his thick cock with each well-timed movement. On my back with my heels high in the air, I mentally embraced each powerful stroke.

I craned my neck and looked at the alarm clock. “Five minutes!”

He lifted his head. “What the fuck?”

The fight started in thirty-five minutes, and the drive would take fifteen. Time wasn’t on my side. “I can’t be late,” I said dryly.

The movement of his hips stopped and he shot me a look. “You can’t be late and I can’t keep having you barking out time limits. It’s fucking me up.”

“Alright, I won’t say anything for ten more minutes.” I said. “Now, get back to work.”

Hovering over me with his hips wedged between my inner thighs, he flexed his chest muscles and glared. “What?”

I wagged my eyebrows and grinned.

He cleared his throat. “Get back to work?”

“Uh huh.”

He pulled himself from inside of me and flipped me onto my stomach. The change was fast and unexpected. I was really enjoying our previous position, but before I had time to protest, he shoved me full of cock.

I heaved out a breath.

Jesus.

“Get back to work, huh?” His hand came down hard against my right ass cheek.

Fuck.

The unexpected slap startled me. With my butt burning from the pain and my mind closing in on sexual euphoria, I shut my eyes and bit against my lower lip.

He began to fuck me like he was working against the clock. I guess in some respects he was. After each three or four strokes, his hand would slap my ass again, providing me a painful yet pleasurable experience. He repeated the process over and over, his rhythm becoming steady and foreseeable.

I closed my eyes and separated myself from everything except his predictable movements. Lost in the magic of being one with Ethan, my mind drifted away. My concerns about the fight, finances, and my fear of commitment vanished.

Encompassed in my bubble of bliss, I became lost. Separated from the often abusive world of reality, my fears, my past, and the worries associated with my future all drifted away and I began to tingle from head to toe.

Although my thoughts and feelings appeared to be lucid, I wondered if somehow my mind had become stuck between what was real and what was imaginary. The tingling from within me rang throughout my body like an electric shock, and I opened my eyes.

The orgasm caused my muscles to spasm. My entire body shuddered in response. I stretched my mouth open wide, wanting desperately to cry out, but doing so was impossible. With wide eyes and a warm heart, I allowed the tremors to run through me until they diminished to nothing.

The room smelled like sex with a spritz of Ethan’s cologne. I rolled onto my back, closed my eyes, and inhaled the wonderful scent.

I opened my eyes. “Oh. My. God. That was intense.”

Still catching his breath, Ethan grinned. “Agreed.”

I glanced at the clock.

Fuck!

“Oh my God! The fight starts in thirteen minutes!” I screamed.

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