Page 48 of Love Overdose: St. Louis

“Enough to kill two sets of batteries.”

His laugh ended in a groan when I lowered my mouth to the head of his dick. I took him between my lips. His hand settled against the back of my head without pushing. I drew him deeper, using my tongue and hand while listening to his breathing turn rough.

“Frankie.”

I looked up at him.

The hunger on his face made me take more. His fingers tightened gently against my head. “I don’t want to fuck your mouth.”

I released him slowly. “Why?”

“Because you’ll lose your voice and your tonsils.”

He reached into the drawer beside the bed and removed a condom. I watched him roll it over himself before he drew me onto the mattress, still in shock from his claim. He covered my body with his, his weight held on his forearms. I opened my legs.

The blunt head of his dick pressed against me as he entered slowly, allowing my body to stretch around him inch by inch.

I sucked in a deep breath.

He stopped. “You good?”

“You’re big.”

“Do you need me to wait?”

“No.” I wrapped my legs around him. “Keep going.”

He pushed deeper. The fullness burned before pleasure overtook it. When his hips met mine, I held him there, adjusting to the thick pressure inside me. My heartbeat slammed as his forehead rested against mine.

“If you feel like I’m about to take you through there, I am,” he said. “But you can blame it on this warm, tight, wet ass pussy.”

I laughed and moaned as he withdrew and thrust back into me. My nails dragged along his back. He established a deep, measured rhythm, each stroke reaching a place that made my body tighten beneath him. His mouth stayed close to mine, kissing me between breaths as though penetration wasn’t intimate enough.

The way he looked at me, the way he listened to my body, and the way his hand found mine against the mattress linking our fingers while he moved inside me broke me bit by bit.

“Elijaaaah.”

“I’ve got you.”

I lifted my hips to meet him. His control began to slip, the strokes coming harder and faster.

“Yeesssss!” I gripped his hand. “Just like that.”

He lowered his mouth to my breast, and the added sensation sent pleasure gathering again. His hands grabbed my thighs, pushing them back to expose me to his deep strokes.

“Oooooh…”

Heat wrapped around us as he plunged, pummeled, and rocked inside my pussy repeatedly.

“Oh yes, yes, yes! This is what I needed. This is what I wanted!”

Our skin stung as he dropped against me, his penetration deep, and as hungry as his mouth was, he kissed me and sucked my tongue. My thighs trembled around him.

“I’m gonna come again. Ooooh…”

I felt like I was falling off a cliff. Or… soaring, rather. It was the most intense, unimaginable pleasure I’d ever felt, and I couldn’t get enough.

“Don’t stop,” I murmured.