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“I want that, so much,” he rasps, licking his lips and making my spent pussy tingle back to life. “But I really want to fuck you now and if I have your mouth on me, I won’t last.”

I grin because that was hot AF. Manoeuvring, I turn around so my legs are to him, and I pull my soaked, pink panties off, throwing them to the floor. I try to push my socks down my legs too, but he stops me and shakes his head with as much seriousness as I’ve seen from him.

“They stay.”

“They look ridiculous,” I argue but he just gives me a stern glare that begs no argument and makes the flutters in my belly travel to between my spread thighs. So I lie back, naked all but a pair of fluffy pink and yellow socks pulled to my knees, and a gorgeous beast of a man sliding a watermelon flavoured condom over the biggest erection I’ve ever seen. Just a regular Friday night.

As the rubber sheaths him, I’m once again struck by the size of him, and I have to admit to being more than nervous. “I’m starting to worry it’s not going to fit, what with all the essential organs I have and all,” I say, joking around but also quite genuine.

He smiles as he pumps himself a couple of times. “Don’t worry, sunshine, we’ll make it fit.”

Welp, there goes those fanny flutters again. “Have you ever been with someone who actually couldn’t take you?” I ask because I seem to need to stall as I hype myself up internally.

He pauses, like he’s not so sure he wants to talk about this, which is fair, bad time to bring it up really. With a sigh, he climbs over me. “Yes,” he answers. “But it was fine then and it will be fine now. If it’s too much or if I’m hurting you, I’ll stop, we’ll cuddle, and we’ll try again another time.”

“Is that what happened last time? You cuddled and tried again?” Dear God, why am I asking about this? Get your head in the game, Bea.

“No,” he says gently. “That was just a one-time thing, but we talked, we kissed, she got off and so did I, just not in the way we originally planned. Now, you want to keep talking about this, or do you want to take me like I know you can?”

A little pleasured sound comes out of me, and I wrap my arms around his neck. “I never knew talking about past lovers could be such a turn on.”

He grins and bends down to kiss me, it’s slow and sensual, tongue licking into my mouth like he’s enjoying the flavour of me, like he can’t get enough of me. I feel him at my centre, the broad, blunt end of him pushing against my slit, and I tense up.

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No. 24: Multiple orgasms

Bea

“Relax,” he rumbles against my ear.

“Easy for you to say,” I breathe. “You’re not about to be impaled on a totem pole.”

He shakes with laughter. “Will you stop cracking jokes when I’m trying be all sexy over here.”

My smile is a force I can’t fight as my hands delve into the thick strands of dark hair. “You’re very sexy, here, there, and everywhere.”

He hums an almost disbelieving sound but before I can wax poetic about all the ways I find him attractive, he’s kissing me again. I melt into August’s kisses, my body relaxing and enjoying the feel of his large body wrapped around mine, my legs cradle his hips, openingmyself up and when he nudges at my entrance again, I force myself to stay relaxed.

With gentle working, the tip of him pushes into me and I gasp as he moans, burying his face in my neck, the prickle of his stubble tickling at my soft skin. Gripping his waist, I urge him further, feeling the stretch as he slowly buries his length inside me.

“God, you feel good.” His gruff voice vibrates in the small space between my neck and shoulder, his breath hot and humid.

My voice is lost to the feeling of fullness, I know he’s not all the way in yet but I’m already feeling him everywhere. The sting ebbs away to a pleasurable throb, my body knowing there’s more to come and begging for it all. August pushes in further, every movement careful and calculated, he pulls back an inch just to push in two, he stops any time I tense, allowing me to adjust with gentle kisses to my neck, cheek, and lips. Murmuring soft words of encouragement and praise until I’m a whimpering mess and I feel the press of his hips to my pelvis.

“Fuck,” August groans, elongating the word for several seconds. He looks down at me, reading my face like a particularly riveting book. “You okay?” he breathes, and I nod, staring up at him and feeling myself adapting to the intrusion of him with every passing second. His hand cups the top of my head holding me in place as he dips to press his lips to mine. “I’ve got you, okay?”

“Okay,” I say shakily.

August pulls his hips back and thrusts forward, going frustratingly slow. It’s still not exactly comfortable but it’s not painful and slow isn’t really my jam, so I dig my heels—still covered by my stupid socks—into the small of his back and urge him on.

“Faster,” I pant, and he doesn’t question it, pumping his hips faster, his length hitting places inside of me that have never been explored. It’s heady. “Harder,” I grind out.

August growls into my ear, a sound so Goddamned sexy I may actually combust, his hips slapping the backs of my thighs with juddering force. The room echoes with the sound of skin smacking skin, our heavy breathing, and August’s sexy grunts mixing with my pleasured whimpers.

“So good,” he tells me. “Your pussy feels so good, sunshine. You’re squeezing me so tight. You love it don’t you? You love taking a big cock.”

Imma bust. “Yes,” I whine. “Yours, I like taking yours.”