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He pushed my legs farther back then pinned his arms behind my knees. His thick cock pressed against my wet folds, but he didn’t grind into me. He remained stationary, the weight of his fat dick enough to make my clit throb. “Tell me you love me, baby.”
My hands moved back to his shoulders. “I love you…”
He grabbed his shaft and pressed the head of his cock at the entrance to my wet pussy, but he didn’t sink inside. “Again.”
He was teasing me, torturing me until I could finally have his massive dick. “I love you, Griffin.”
“Tell me I’m the only man you’ve ever loved.”
“You’re the only man I’ve ever loved.” I pulled on his hips, wanting him to inch inside me.
His hips remained stationary, not moving at all. “Tell me I’m the only man you’ve ever made love to.”
Every other man I’d slept with had just been about sex, and according to his definition, they were all boys. None of them competed with him. “You’re the only man I’ve ever made love to.”
He finally inched inside me, moving deeper and deeper until he was positioned far within me.
I moaned when I felt him, treasuring the way he stretched me so good. Every time I took that monster cock, it felt like the first time. He filled me so well, stretched me in a way every woman should be stretched. “Tell me you love me.”
When he was buried between my legs, my wetness surrounded him on all sides. My channel squeezed him hard, not a single centimeter of space separating us. His gaze was steady above mine, looking into my eyes as his body clenched in arousal. “You know how much I love my baby.” He started to thrust inside me, pushing his enormous length in then out again. Our bodies made noises as they moved together, his shaft quickly becoming coated with my cream. He moaned as he felt me, moving a little slower because it felt so good.
He moved his lips to mine and kissed me slowly as he rocked into me, tapping the headboard lightly against the wall. He felt my mouth with care, his soft lips moving with mine, breaking apart, and then coming back together once more. He gave me his tongue next, kissing me hard as he kept thrusting inside me.
Every time we made love, it was better than the last. I loved when he was gentle with me, taking me softly. He’d never been this easy with a woman, but he was with me because he loved me. He’d never given this to someone else. He might have more experience than I did, might have had threesomes and other crazy adventures, but this was something he’d never given to anyone else before.
That made me feel special.
My arms wrapped around his shoulders, and I kissed him as I felt him press me into the mattress, the pillow folding around my head every time he pushed into me. I felt the pleasure between my legs, the way my arousal grew every time he hit my sweet spot. Our mouths moved together in passion, our tongues gliding along each other before our lips parted. I moaned into his mouth because it felt so good, felt so good to move this slow. My entire body was lit on fire, and I felt my stomach clench with goodness. “Griffin, I’m going to come…”
His lips moved against mine as he spoke. “I know.”
My hands moved to his ass, and I pulled him into me harder, wanting it faster as I came all over his dick. My cream sheathed him to the base and built up underneath his crown. I moaned against his mouth as he took me away, took me to paradise. “Griffin…yes.” My eyes closed, and my mouth widened to let my scream emerge right in his face.
He pounded into me forcefully, making me come even harder. “Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come.”
My head rolled back, and I finished my climax, writhing as my hips bucked with the spasms. My vision cleared once the pleasure passed, and I saw his handsome face staring down at me as he continued to pound into me.
“Come inside me.” I grabbed his hard ass and pulled him deeper inside me.
He moaned against my mouth. “I will. But I want to watch you come again first.”
I’d been with a few men who could make me come, but I’d never been with a man who could make me writhe twice in one session. I thought it was an urban legend because men couldn’t hold themselves back that long. But with Bones, he could do anything, conquer anything. “Yes…”
Nine
Bones
My life was nothing like it used to be.
Now I shared my entire existence with one person, spending every waking moment with her but still missing her.
She spent her day in the art room, making her creations under the sunlight that filtered through the large floor-to-ceiling window. Sometimes I would stand in the entryway and watch her, study the way she held the paintbrush and ran her fingers through her hair. She made magnificent pieces just from ideas in her mind, and it was truly incredible to witness her genius.
