Page 147 of From Drummer to Gamer

His fingers gathered my wetness and softly plunged two fingers inside my pussy, drawing and stretching me out for his thick cock.

My ragged breath turned into moans as pleasure flooded me, and right when I was on the brink of coming, his fingers left me.

“You ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” I muttered, licking my lips.

My breath hitched when the head of his cock slid along the length of my folds till they found the place I wanted him the most.

He slowly inched himself inside me, the entire time looking into my eyes, making sure I was okay and telling me how much he loved me.

My pussy stretched beyond belief, and the hard end of his piercing stroked my insides in the most delirious way.

The pain and the sting of him breaking my virginity didn’t last long after he fully seated himself to the hilt. Soon they turned into the most beautiful pleasure that I had ever experienced.

He drove inside me with such fervor, at such a maddening pace, that my toes curled, and I held him for dear life, my fingernails tearing through his back.

He loved it, and I loved him.

“Matty, that feels so good,” I muttered, my lips grazing his cheek.

“I know, baby.” His forehead touched mine as he pounded inside me harder and deeper, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

My breathing burned, and dots edged my vision as the waves fired my nerves.

He could feel it too because he fastened his pace.

And not even a second longer, my pussy clamped around his cock as I came the same time he did, a rush of warmth filling my insides.

And it was gloriously beautiful.

“You okay?” he asked, pulling me into his arms after our breathing returned to some normalcy.

“Yes.” I cuddled closer to him, tracing a finger along my name on his chest. “I love you,” I mumbled like a giddy fool for the hundredth time since last night, but I didn’t care. I wanted to tell him that I loved him all the time.

And he seemed to love it too because every time I said it, he smiled.

Like now, before he replied, “I love you too, firecracker.”

“Why do you call me that?” I asked, my eyes on his.

His gaze softens. “Because you’re my firecracker. Colorful, bright, and loud and beautiful.”

I grinned, burying my face in his neck.

I loved this man, and right here, nothing else mattered to me more.

“Sierra, beautiful, wake up, baby,” A soft voice beckoned me out of the most delicious dream that I was having.

Matty licking his favorite caramel sauce off me.

“Go away,” I groaned, swatting away the brick of muscles.

“No.” Something hard nipped my ear.

“What?” I whined, blinking my eyes open, and all the frustration left me when I met a pair of green eyes staring at me.

I blushed as all the events of last night came rushing back to me and felt the slight soreness between my thighs.