Page 64 of Weston’s Treasure

“Then we’ll explore that. But now I want you soft and slow.”

“What?”

“I gave it to you rough, sweetheart. Should’ve given you sweet our first time. Fucked that up when I slid into your warm pussy and lost my mind. I’m gonna rectify that now, and give soft and slow.”

I guess I was wrong, he didn’t care I didn’t know what to do with my hands.

“Now? But you finished.”

“Finished?”

“You…um… you…”

“Shot my load?”

My face was on fire and Weston noticed because his smile widened.

“Yeah, that.”

“Babe, my dick is still inside of your sleek pussy, hard and ready for more. You up for that?” Was I up for it? Hell, yeah. “You’re up for it.” He answered his own question and adjusted his hips, losing some of the slow but somehow keeping the gentle.

“How do you know?”

“Legs tight around my back, Silver.”

I did what he asked and locked my ankles. His hand went into my hair, keeping me where he wanted me as he lowered his head.

“How did you know?” I whispered.

“Because you’re so tight, I can feel every twitch. I know you liked it when I told you I had to fight to keep control. I know you loved it when I told you it was sexy as fuck when your orgasm coated my cock. I know because I can feel your pussy convulse.”

“Oh.”

“And make no mistake, I fucking love it.”

Weston’s mouth came to mine, his tongue pushed in and he got down to the business of giving me slow and gentle while his mouth gave me hard and rough.

It was no less good. My orgasm was no less earth-shattering. The only difference was when I shouted my pleasure I did it with Weston’s mouth on mine, meaning I got to experience his as he groaned it against my lips.

When he was done rocking my world, he gave more sweet, this time in the form of kisses—my jaw, my throat, the side of my neck, my lips. After that, he rolled off the bed, went into the attached bathroom, and came back with a wet washcloth.

He sat on the bed next to me, tapped my thigh and my eyes went to him.

“Open your legs, sweetheart.”

“Huh?”

“I need to clean you up.”

I clenched my thighs together as hard as I could and shook my head.

“That’s okay. I can do it.”

“Babe.” He grinned. “I’ve had my face between your legs, my tongue in your pussy.” My face flamed. I knew it because I felt it and because he chuckled. “I know you down there better than you know yourself. Every fold, every—”

“Stop,” I groaned. “I get it.”

“Then spread for me, babe.”