Page 127 of Whispered Promises

I pant, trying to tilt and thrust onto his cock, but he has me in such a punishing grip that I can’t do anything but lie here and take the pounding of his hips. Dropping my gaze from his face, I let my eyes devour every inch of him…from his clenched neck, down to his broad, bite-able shoulders and muscled chest.

“Tell me how we look together.”

“You want me to tell you how good your greedy pussy looks when I thrust my fat cock inside you?”

His pupils are so dilated; his eyes are almost black. I nod quickly, desperately wanting him to continue.

“You have the perfect, filthiest pussy. Going to fill it with every drop of cum I have. Your lips are stretched so fucking tightly around me, sucking me in. It’s so fucking wet inside you.”

My teeth bite down on my lower lip at the image his gruff words paint.

“Tell me what you want,” he bites out between gritted teeth.

“Fill me up. Don’t let any spill out. I want everything,” I groan, muscles clenching in anticipation.

My own release rising is unexpected. I’ve never had a second orgasm during sex before, but with the friction of his pelvis rubbing against me, it’s feeling closer and closer with every thrust.

He swipes through the slippery mess between us and tugs at my clit. My hips shudder as the orgasm comes out of nowhere, hitting me like a tsunami. I fall headlong into the sensations.

Nate drops my legs, and his movements become frantic as his hands pull apart my lower lips around his length. He releases another long string of saliva, letting it coat my clit and himself. It’s a sloppy mess down there.

“Nate…” I groan, unable to say anything else.

“Going to fuck this soaked pussy until I come.”

He leans forward, his body covering my feverish one as his hips fit flush between mine. Nodding vigorously, I curl my hands around his shoulders, my stomach dipping at his intense focus.

He swipes a quick lick across my parted mouth, but before I can respond, he pulls back. His hips pump into me, and he grunts through his release, thick jets of his cum filling me up.

Warm arms wrap around me, and he rolls us to the side, keeping us locked together. I trace a finger across his face, enjoying the texture of his stubble against my skin. His eyes fall closed at my touch, but they flicker open when I tell him I need to go clean up.

“Not yet,” he grumbles, adjusting his hips tightly between my legs.

“I need to clean up…and to pee,” I whisper, the flush of embarrassment painting my cheeks. A UTI is not something I want after our first time together. Or ever.

“Few more minutes.” If his voice weren’t so low and gruff, it would’ve sounded like a whine. “Stay tonight?”

My stomach swoops at his request. It’s so unexpectedly sweet. But nerves diminish the feeling before I can savour it, because I’ve never been asked to stay over before. This dating all of them thing has been uncharted territory so far, but for some reason, the idea of staying over has knots forming.

I might move too much in my sleep and annoy him. Maybe I’m a snorer and never knew it. Or I might be up all night, unable to sleep. Will the others get jealous or find it weird? Do I need to⁠—

“Stop thinking.” His palm taps my backside.

“Sorry.” I cringe, hating that he sees these moments.

“Tell me?”

“I’ve never stayed the night with anyone before.”

His softened length twitches inside me, and my brow raises at him.

“I’m your first.” His smirk makes me scowl. “It’s just like sleeping at home, but with me. Do you want your own pillow?”

My teeth tug on my lower lip at how endearing he’s being. “I’m not good at all this; so tell me if I do anything wrong? I need to go and feed Moshi and grab some things, then I’ll come back.”

He leans in and kisses me, his hand squeezing the skin he’d tapped a moment ago. “Go piss, get your shit, and hurry back before I come get you.”

My eyes roll, but I do as he says, the giddy excitement returning at the idea of waking up with him.