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“Fuck. It shouldn’t feel this good. How does it feel this good?” he asked accusingly, with a guttural groan.
I moaned, but as the sound left my lungs, he squeezed his fingers, making me squeak. Right as he did it, his hips rotated up, hitting a different spot inside me, somehow going deeper.
I was soaring as lust consumed me, emptying me out and filling me anew. I moved in ways I didn’t think possible, bouncing on his dick at a speed I had never known was actually possible outside of a porno.
Right as I was about to combust into a billion pieces, he groaned and lifted me off his lap. The loss of contact on my neck allowed for a gulp of air, but it didn’t last long. His hands went to my ribs as he gripped me then slammed my back into the couch, right before thrusting into me.
Pinning my leg to the side, his hips rotated at a breakneck speed, my orgasm slowly building once more as he slowed his thrusts and gripped my neck again.
“God, you take my cock so well.”
Heaving raspy breaths, I turned my head to the side, overwhelmed with sensations as he fucked me raw. At some point, he flipped me until I was half hanging off the armrest, ass up, his fingers spreading me.
“You doing okay, baby?”
It thrilled me when he called me that, and even though he’d only done so during sex, I still cherished the endearment. I moaned in response, a sultry plea that didn’t sound like me at all.
“I need more.” I had come at least twice, but I still wanted more. He had this way of working me right back up after helping me find release.
“Shit, when you tell me that, it just…fuck.”
I gripped the edge of the armrest when he lifted my hips and pushed me forward, causing my head to hang over the edge. I heard him spit and felt moisture being rubbed into my tight hole in my rear. Then he lined himself up and thrust into my pussy once more.
This time, his thumb pressed into that tight bundle of nerves in my ass. Lubricated with his spit, it didn’t hurt, but I felt every thrust with a new intensity. My entire body shook with each jolt of his hips, every stroke inside my core making me hiss and beg him to go harder until I had fallen so far over the edge that my hair touched the floor and only my ass was left on the arm. He gripped my hip tight enough that I knew I’d have bruises later, pulling me down onto his hard length as he pushed against me one last time. The moment seemed to hang in suspension and then he roared his release, the sheer intensity of his cock jerking inside me setting off my own climax, leaving me screaming in what felt like another language.
My brain was completely dead, my speech gone. My chest was heaving so hard that I wasn’t sure I was breathing. When Davis pulled me up and gathered me to his chest, I finally started to regain composure. I had never had that many orgasms in a single fuck. Hell, I had never had that many with another person, period.
Still out of breath, he smiled. “You ready for bed?”
I hummed in response. Ever so gently, he kissed my shoulder, his lips slowly traveling along my neck and along my hairline. It was so intimate, so perfect, that my eyes began to water. I didn’t want him to know how much his tenderness mattered, especially after him being a little rough with me. Not that I didn’t completely love being dominated by him, but the soft side of him made me melt.
“Was that okay?” he asked in a whisper, taking my hand and kissing along every knuckle.
I half turned, watching as his lips caught on every single one while his eyes stayed on mine.
Giving him a smile, I took his hand and mimicked what he’d done to me, kissing each knob. “It was more than okay.”
“Good, then let’s go to bed.”
I smiled, knowing deep down I was already adding the way he saidgo to bedto a new mental list. It was ever growing, and if my journals were anything to go by, I was completely screwed. Already I was back to loving Davis Brenton, and it barely took any time at all.
I decided I’d worry about it tomorrow; I’d learn how to unravel this feeling in my chest. Tonight, I’d let him make love to me and then sleep in his arms, imagining he was mine.
25
RAE
The next morning,I woke to the sound of laughter echoing from downstairs. Someone was visiting Davis, and from the sounds of it, it wasn’t my parents. So, who else would it be?
Curiosity gnawed away at me as I lay there, listening to their conversation fade in and out, only to be interrupted by random bouts of laughter. Tossing the covers back, I decided it was best just to make my way down and see what was going on.
I pulled on a pair of sweats that had been tossed to the floor last night. I had no idea where they came from. Honestly, I think they were under the covers, and during one of our rounds, I found them and tossed them over. Davis had more than enough flannel tucked away in his spacious closet, so I pulled one on and buttoned it closed then walked to the bathroom to try to salvage whatever was happening with my hair.
Once I felt marginally presentable, I padded toward the stairs and with one foot in descent, I paused.
“So, what happened with the stalker girl?”
Air constricted in my lungs as my hand gripped the railing with force.
