Page 91 of A Million Times, Yes

I could tell by the way she was narrowing around me and how she was getting even wetter—things I didn’t think were even possible.

“Should I let you come, or force you to wait and come with me?”

“I can’t even say that would be mean, considering this would be my third orgasm.”

Which meant that I’d need to give her a fourth.

Easily doable.

I rocked my hips forward and strummed her clit with my thumb, and within a few strokes, she was shouting my name, gripping her tits like they were about to fall off, locking me with her legs. “Oh! Yes!”

This view was different from when my face was between her thighs. This gave me an aerial perspective of her body, of her expression, of the heat that passed over her skin.

Fuck, she was so hot.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

She was shuddering and moaning, letting me give it to her harder, faster, my thrusts sending the tingles straight over her. And when she neared the end, when her eyes opened and her groaning died down and she stilled, I felt that satiated warmth pass through her.

“Not good”—she shook her head—“but amazing.”

“Now I’m going for a fourth.”

“You can’t possibly have more for me.”

I smiled. “Maya, I’m not even close to being done.”

I unhooked her legs from around me and moved her across the bed and onto her side, slipping in behind her. I wanted to hold her. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to be able to touch every part of her while I came.

Still so wet, I glided right back in and held her against the front of me, her legs intertwined with mine as I slammed into her, plunging as deep as I could get. “I love being inside you.” I kissed her shoulder and the back of her neck and turned her head so I had access to her lips.

“I missed this.”

“Me too.” I took hold of her lips, my speed increasing, my power doubling, and as my tongue slipped into her mouth, my fingers padded their way across her navel until they were on her clit.

She exhaled. “Mmm.”

I could feel her moan on my tongue. It moved through my chest and straight down to my dick.

“Maya, why are you getting so tight again?”

“Because I’m getting close.”

“Already?”

“Already.”

I nipped her lip. “You’re telling me you want to come again?”

“I’m telling you I want to come with you.”

An order I couldn’t resist.

I reared my hips back and bucked forward, and instead of fighting the spasms, I allowed them to build. To spread. To peak.

“Then you better do it—right now,” I demanded.

I added another finger to her clit, rotating around that spot, while my other arm moved under her head and down the front of her body to clasp her tit. After a few punches of my dick, I growled in her ear, “I want you milking the fucking cum out of me. That’s how hard I want you to come and how tight I want your cunt to be.”