Page 28 of Stranger Session

But tonight she wants me to use her, so I’ll give my venti what she wants.

I climb onto her bed and drop between her thighs, then I lean down and kiss her. With our current arrangement, Ihaven’t had enough chances to press my lips against hers. I wish she didn’t have such kissable fucking lips.

I sit up, hook her thighs over mine, and pull down my sweatpants. My cock falls from the fabric and rests against her. Her head is turned to the side. I lean back and spit on her pussy, and though my warm saliva drips down to coat us both, there’s still tight friction as I draw my hips back and push inside her.

Silence greets my intrusion, and I miss that whimper she makes when I first ease into her.

I thrust forward, making her take me deep inside her. To my pleasure, she stirs a bit, a confused moan leaving her lips. She probably thinks she’s dreaming. I hope her wet dream involves me stretching her from the inside out.

I revel in her warmth and fuck her until her distant moans grow closer to the surface of consciousness. When I pull out of her, it’s just to flip her onto her belly. Her body is dead weight as I turn her over.

I sandwich her against the mattress and put myself back inside her. I bury my face into her long black hair as I thrust. She smells so good, but the best part? She smells like the lotion I tainted. I smell it on her neck and face.

I always want her coated in me.

She drifts off again as I fuck her. I increase the speed and pressure until painful pleasure wakes her up once more. She moans softly.

“Nightmare?” she whispers.

“It’s okay, venti. Sleep while I use you. You wanted me to enjoy your body all night long, to fuck and fill you over and over so that you wake up sore and missing my cock, so that’s what I’m giving you. You’ll wake up a come-filled mess. Dirty and full. All for your nightmare.”

“Yes,” she whispers with a tired heaviness in her voice. “Please.”

“Good girl. Sleeping fucking beauty.”

I bury my hand in her hair and fuck her harder and faster so that she’ll feel every memory of each thrust with every step she takes in the morning. I’ll leave an imprint of this night inside her.

My hand drops to her hip so I can get a better grip and press against her ass as I bury myself deeper inside her. I bottom out, and my thrusts grow shallow. Pleasure drags a nail up my spine.

Thoughts of her waking up filled with my come make my balls tighten. These visions light my brain on fire. I want my come to drip from her and spread all over her soft, velvet thighs. She’ll need to take a shower to clean off the sheer volume of my pleasure when she gets up.

God. She’s incredible. And she deserves every drop I have to give.

I thrust one final time to the back of her pussy, and I bust. I fill her with all that I’ve been saving for her. All that she asked for.

When I have nothing left to give, I lie beside her. My cock glistens as I rest it against her ass and pull her into me. I put her limp leg over mine and put my fingers between her legs. I’m not trying to get her off—she’s still asleep—but I don’t want to waste my come. As it drips from her, I catch it, swirl it, and push it back inside her, ensuring she’s a mess.

Because of me.

I keep my fingers stuffed inside her. First one, then two. I want to hold it inside until I’m hard enough to pull out of her and use her again. One load isn’t enough. She needs all of me.

I lean over and kiss her loose lips. “We’re going to have such a good night, venti.”

The night is just beginning, after all. I plan to fuck her until there’s nothing more to give her when I come. When I’ve given her my absolute all.

Because I want to give her everything.

Chapter Eighteen

Del

Ispent the night fucking her. Once turned to twice, then three times. By the time the sun peeked through the curtain, I think I’d filled her four or five times. I lost count. And then, against my own wishes, I left her wrapped in her sheets and filled with loads of my come. It’s what she wanted.

I’ve been lying on my bed for hours now, unable to sleep. I can’t stop thinking about her and how she must have felt when she woke up. Has she showered and washed me away yet? Or did she head off to work with our combined mess between her legs?

Fuck.

I look at my phone and check the tracker I installed on her cell. It says she’s still at home. Weird. It’s Thursday, and she works mornings. Maybe she overslept or she’s too hungover from the meds.

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