Page 105 of Soup Sandwich


Font Size:  

“Don’t move,” he breathes against my back and then he’s gone, cold air replacing his warmth. I hold impossibly still. I listen, my eyes closing. A drawer opening and closing. The snap of a cap. The squirt of lube. I hold my breath as I feel his hand on my ass spreading me open and then his wet fingers are there, two of them, pushing back into my most forbidden place.

I squirm forward, but he’s there, holding me, caressing my back with his other hand, whispering sweet and filthy words that he knows will get me to do anything he asks of me.

“Fuck,” he rasps. “Look at you. You’re going to kill me with how you look on all fours waiting for my cock in your ass.”

“You have the dirtiest mouth.” I don’t know why I voice it now. It’s been more than two months since the first time we met and came back here. But it shocks me every time. I’m not even sure why. It fits him, and yet it doesn’t. All I know is that he loses his precious control when he’s with me and his more primal side comes out to play.

I love it.

I love him.

“Baby, my mouth isn’t the only thing that’s about to get dirty.” He splits my ass cheeks and removes his fingers. Cold lube pours directly onto my hole, and I suck in a sharp breath. “Too cold?”

“Ah. It’s definitely close.”

He swirls it all around me, lubing me up everywhere he can, and then his cock until he’s slick. “Then let me warm you up.”

In the next beat, I feel the head of his cock against me, working my ass. I’ve never done this with anyone his size, and I hold in a breath as I feel him start to push in.

I must tense because he pauses, his hand rubbing circles on my back. “Are you okay?”

I give him a shaky nod.

“Baby girl, you have to breathe and try to relax. If you need me to stop, I will. You just have to tell me. I love you, and I never want to hurt you. Ever.”

I exhale the breath I was holding, and the head of his dick pushes in and in and in, then out. He does it again, going a little deeper each time. It burns, but in that way that borders on more pleasure than pain. On he goes until he’s past that initial resistance, and once that’s done, he pushes all the way in until he’s as deep as he can go, his chest against my back.

My head falls forward, my breath short and choppy as he holds himself still.

“Are you still with me, baby girl?”

Baby girl. I love when he calls me that.

“I’m still with you.” Because I’m not sure I can ever go anywhere else. Be with anyone else. He’s my life. My future. And it doesn’t terrify me anymore.

“Are you ready for more? Are you ready for me to move?”

His words slip past clenched teeth. His grip on my hip bruising. He’s barely holding on, yet I know I’m his first priority.

I reach behind me to clasp my hand over his while my hips simultaneously cant back, seeking more of him, wanting to take him deeper.

His breath hitches, and he curses low and rough. “God. Layla.”

That’s his only warning for me before he slides out only to push all the way back in. His arm snakes around me, pulling me back up until I’m pressed to him, his chest to my back. His mouth roams along my neck, kissing, licking, tasting, and smelling my skin.

“More?” he questions in a gruff rasp.

“More. Give me more.”

Turning my head to the side, his lips find mine, kissing me as deeply as he can from this angle while he starts to fuck me. My knees dig into the mattress of the bed and he’s standing behind me, holding me, touching me, fucking me, kissing me.

It’s dirty. It’s erotic. It’s bliss.

His hand slithers down the front of me, toying with my breasts and nipples, and then lower across my belly until he finds my clit. One deft finger rubs me in smooth circles, and sparks play in the periphery of my vision. All the while, he starts a steady pace. Even. In. Out. In. Out. Deeper and deeper each time he goes.

But fuck, it’s not enough.

He’s trying to be gentle, and he’s trying not to hurt me, but I need more of him. I need everything he can give me. I like him unhinged. I like him rough. I like him desperate, and I must tell him so because he growls like a beast. A beast who grows wild and loses his mind. A beast who starts to fuck—and fuck hard.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com