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“Always,” I roar, pushing my palm against her clit. “Nobody’s ever going to hurt you. I’ll fucking kill them before I let that happen.”
“Ah, ah.” She can’t catch her breath, her eyelids fluttering. “I think I’m going to…”
“There’s no thinking about it,” I snarl.
She breaks off in a shaky cry when the orgasm releases.
I feel her pussy fluttering around my finger, her wetness seeping over my hand. Then the moment passes and I do the only thing I can do.
Even if it’s wrong. Even if I should stop.
I jump to my feet and begin tearing my clothes off.
As I pull my T-shirt over my head, I watch her doing the same, her hands moving quickly, as though she doesn’t want to give herself time to think about what we’re doing.
Then I lean down, pressing my naked body against hers, kissing her as the tingling tip of my engorged manhood trails up her inner thigh.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Tamia
I can feel the heat of his cock getting closer to my entrance. With his body pressed against mine, I feel trapped, but in the best, most delicious way possible.
I revel in the feeling of his muscled chest pressed against my naked breasts, his deep snarling breath painting my skin with his uncontrollable lust as he kisses his way up my neck.
His cock is so big, massive, the head bulging against my thigh leaving a wet warm stream of precome in its wake.
“It’s okay,” he whispers, reaching down with one hand.
My body freezes, as I imagine his huge length pushing inside of me. I feel my pussy grow tight, taut with nerves.
I try to relax, to focus on my hands trailing up his back.
“I want it,” I whimper in response.
It’s the truth. My body craves his, a feeling I’ve never experienced before. I’ve never even dared to really imagine what getting naked with a man could feel like, it was always just a vague abstract thought. I never thought I would experience this, my first time. I never thought I would find a man that would want my body, but Triston does.
I don’t let myself think about Alexis, about the betrayal of what we’re doing.
The TV is still playing the movie, but it seems a million miles away.
It’s only us, in the light of the TV screen.
Nothing else exists.
We said we’d be good.
But being bad shouldn’t make me feel so freaking alive.
He guides his engorged tip to my entrance. I let out a croak as I feel just how big he is. I feel my walls part, my hole widening as he slides his cock inside of me.
The deeper he goes the tighter my hands dig into his shoulder. I squeeze down until I feel like my fingernails are going to snap, and then I keep squeezing. He’s filling me up, inch by delicious inch.
He groans as he buries himself all the way.
His breath is so damn hot on my neck it causes goosebumps to break out over my skin.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he snarls.
“I’m sorry,” I moan.
He turns, kissing my cheek, the tenderness all the sweeter because it’s a surprise. “You have nothing to be sorry about.”
“Oh, Triston.”
It’s like a warm balm is being poured all through my insides. Suddenly I’m in a bubble, on a bed of pure warmth, as my walls open up for my man. I gasp as the stinging is replaced with something else, something new.
He feels it, arching his back as he slides out of me and then softly pushes back in again. Our eyes lock and I see the hunger there, the sharp glint, as his body begins to move just a little faster.
He holds himself up with one hand, using the other to reach down and take greedy handfuls of my breasts. He squeezes down and caresses my nipple with his thumb, his breath coming faster as his rhythm matches its pace.
All I can do is try and rock with him, but it’s hard to even move as this new feeling takes hold of me.
It’s like all the need I’ve ever felt for this man is flowing through my body. With each thrust, he pushes against a spot deep within. It makes my pleasure multiply, a sweet buzzing courses throughout my whole body, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
I pause when my pussy makes a wet noise, embarrassed by the noises my body is making.
But Triston doesn't stop, in fact, he seems to relish in the wet noises our bodies make when our skin slaps together. His hand slides from my breasts to my thigh, squeezing down hard. “Don’t you fucking stop.”
He hammers into me and I gasp, rocking back, stunned at the force of his thrusts.
His moans grow feral as he does it again.
I moan as the pleasure spot inside sends even more euphoria coursing through me. My womb screams yes, yes, yes when he starts to rock like that.
