Page 44 of The Wrong Guy

My fingers are trembling as I pull his briefs down to look at his magnificent dick—my mouth waters at how huge it is. Without second guessing myself, I swallow my nerves and give him head.

My tongue laves at the tip and then moves down toward the backside of his mushroom head. His fingers grip my hair and begin to take control of what I’m doing.

I’m tempted to remind him he promised I could take this however fast or slow we go, but I decide against it.

I swallow the tip of his dick and hollow out my mouth to begin using sucking pressure to get him closer to the edge. It’s quick. His fingers are guiding my head over and over with his dick in my mouth.

I reach down to cup his balls in my hand and begin to massage them in the palm. He’s groaning and grunting as I do it, and I can’t help but feel powerful since it is me who is bringing him to the edge like this.

“Yes, that’s it. That’s good,” Stavros moans and shifts his hips to meet my mouth.

I’m gasping for air around his pelvis but it doesn’t matter I’m having a hard time breathing while I get him on his knees like this.

“Stop! Stop!”

I pull away and am instantly held up in the air as he carries us to his room. I don’t have the time to look around as he carries us because I’m primed and ready to go.

It might as well have been a million years ago since the last time I had sex, but in the minute, I’m hoping it is good for Stavros.

He’s so hot—one hundred and fifty times out of my league.

He throws me on the bed with a thud, and I bounce a little. My skirt is pushed up around my hips to make way to cradle his punishing hips. I feel the tip of his dick at my slick opening, with the silky material of my panties in the way of him entering me.

I buck my hips to entice him as his mouth devours mine.

“Please. Please,” I whisper against Stavros’s mouth.

“I’m trying to make this good for you. I don’t want to lose control,” he admits while giving me a lazy kiss on the corner of my mouth.

“I don’t care. I’m fine,” I reply.

I’m so wet between my legs and I’m begging for him to do something about it. I have never felt this way with Derek or cared about getting off with him.

In fact, sex with Derek had been okay but never this great as it is with Stavros so far.

“I have a feeling one time with you won’t be enough. You’re about to make me addicted to you,” Stavros whispers and takes his fingers down my body to push my panties to the side. He tests me a little by petting me just enough to get me to scream out. Finally, he must realize I’m ready since he lines himself up to me and then slides into the hilt.

“Holy shit!” I scream. It has been so long since I have felt the delicious invasion of sex. I have never felt this type of pleasure.

He’s buried so far inside of me, and his hand grips my hands in his to hold them on either side of my head. He pistons his hips over and over with his balls hitting me right on the ass. I feel his pubic bone rubbing my clit and an orgasm comes crashing through me shamelessly.

We’re both moaning and trying to get closer. I think the sex is so hot because I still have some clothes on.

“Jesus, this feels so good,” I cry out. Another orgasm is trying to run through my body and I try to hold it off to make the release even sweeter.

“Get on your knees,” he tells me and flips me over on my stomach.

I’m scrambling to get on my knees because my body already misses him. Stavros is right about one thing, one time will never be enough.

Once I’m in the position he requested I go into; his hands grip the globes of my ass through the silky material of my panties. “You attached to these?”

I shake my head. “No!” I would sell him my car if it meant he got inside me quicker. I don’t want anything keeping us apart at all. He’s too amazing.

He rips the silky material from my body and I scream out as the sensational burn twinges my body from his attack. He’s lining himself up again and slides in easier this time than before. My body is getting used to his and is welcoming him inside.

“Fuck, baby,” he sputters out as he dives in hard. His hips are punishing me harder than before and I’m about to come again when I feel his finger reach around my ass to inside of my sex. With my wetness, he trails it up to rosette shaped part of my ass.

I’m about to push him away as much as I can. To tell him no. To tell him that I’m not okay with this. But the minute his finger begins to stretch me just enough, an orgasm is torn from my body.