Page 217 of Nobody's Girl

Placing my feet on the floor. I turn in his arms and place my palms on the tiled wall. I bend over, my butt against his erection.

He fumbles with it for a moment before he finds where it needs to go, then he slides in and I let out a moan with the pleasurable sensation. The way he fills me up completely is intoxicating.

His hands on my back, he proceeds to rock his body back and forth, thrusting too slowly into me. “Harder, Kyle.”

He does as I ask and moves quicker and pushes harder, making me push harder against the wall. His hard cock beats at my ass as he finally gets into it, lets his mind go, and just fucks like he was meant to. For only his second time at this, he’s getting good pretty fast.

My insides start to contract. I yell, “Slap my ass hard, Kyle!”

He stops. “Are you serious?”

Damn!

“Keep moving. Don’t stop. I’m almost there. And yes, I’m serious. Slap my ass until I tell you to stop.”

He starts again, taking my impending orgasm a bit further away. It takes him several strokes before his hand finally slaps me, but it’s too light.

“Harder, Kyle, slap my ass harder. Pretend I did something bad and hit it like you're punishing me for it.”

One solid slap smacks me, sending pain radiating through me and a pulse to my clit. “Again,” I yell.

Another solid slap pushes me almost to the edge. “Again.”

The third slap does it and I climax hard. The way my vagina clenches around his huge cock makes him come immediately and he yells with it.

“Oh my God, Laura. Fuck, son of a bitch, this feels so fucking good!”

Hardly able to breathe, I press back into him until we both stop throbbing. Finally, I feel his dick soften some and pull away from him. As I turn, he presses up against me and kisses me.

Moving his mouth from mine, he says, “While fucking you is fun. The next time I want you to let me make love to you. I want to do this all weekend if you’ll let me.”

“You want to make love to me?” I ask.

“I do,” he says, then kisses me gently. “Now let me wash your hair and rub soap all over your body, then you can do me.”

As his hands rub shampoo through my hair I can’t help thinking about how different he is from any other sexual partner I’ve had. The truth is I never felt more than a physical connection with any of them.

There’ve been a few—five to be exact. No committed relationships transpired from any of them. No one bothered to wash my hair afterwards. They all pretty much left or sent me on my way after the deed was done.

“Make me a promise, Laura,” Kyle says as he rinses my hair.

“Maybe,” I say.

His lips touch my neck. “No, not maybe. Make me a promise.”

“Well, when you put it that way, I guess I have to don’t I?”

He rubs conditioner through my hair, massaging my scalp. “Promise me you’ll never let anyone, other than myself, have you,” he says, then puts soap on his hands and rubs my shoulders.

“So, I am assuming you want us to be exclusive?”

“Very exclusive,” he answers. “Do you think you can do that?”

“An exclusive relationship, huh? You know I’ve never had one of those, Kyle.”

“I’m aware of that. And from your advanced knowledge of sex, I’d say you’ve been at the shit end of more than one asshole’s dick. I’m not judging you, so don’t think that. It’s just that I think you’ve short changed yourself where love is concerned. You’re a great girl, and you deserve to be loved,” he says, then turns me to look at him as he runs his soapy hands over my chest. “Put the antics of the other guys out of your head and let’s find that love together. I don’t want to be a puppet whose strings you pull to mimic other lovers.”

“I see. How embarrassing. I guess I was doing that. I’m sorry, Kyle.”