Page 24 of Afterglow (Ottawa Regents #3)
Every intake pairs with a blissful hum, barreling me towards a release.
But I don’t want it to end yet. I shiver, attempting restraint with a pause, posting my free hand onto her shoulder.
She draws me in until I reach the back of her throat, then chokes.
My cock isn’t even slotted in the whole way, but the sheer sound, fuck .
Watching her cunt drip down her thigh in the mirror was a mistake.
Something inside me snaps, like a rabid, caged animal finally breaking free from its enclosure.
I hold her in place, recreating the feeling with a harsh thrust. She gags, covering my cock in a fresh coat of her spit.
“Oh, fuck, yes .” My other hand joins its twin, winding into the silken strands. “I’m gonna fuck your face now, okay?”
She nods silently, tears pooling, strings of spit starting to dribble from her lips.
A fucking fantasy comes to life. I whimper.
My hips drive forward, the cadence hasty, greedy for the sloshy clucks from pushing my cock deep into Bea’s throat.
Moan after moan pours out of my locked-open mouth, shameless and loud, like the sweat down my torso.
Her sucking strangles my length with a heavenly pressure, balls recoiling as the mounting pleasure at the root of my spine readies to burst. All it takes is for Bea to whine, and I freeze into a forward curl, trembling while releasing white hot streaks of cum into her perfect mouth.
Tears stream down those pretty pink cheeks, her lips swollen from my unyielding abuse.
“Wait.” I grab her throat as I pull out lazily, a thick rope of my cum still connecting us. “Let me see.”
She widens her mouth, presenting my cum on her tongue.
“Now swallow.” It vanishes as I urge it down the rigid column of her neck with my palm. My cock twitches at the sight.
Behraz returns a dazed chuckle. “That’s the most erotic thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“You’re unbelievable,” I coo, plucking a greedy, tongue-filled kiss, then wrench her dress higher up her back. The relief post-orgasm has me all fucked up. “Now turn around. I’m gonna clean you up.”
Hearing Behraz cry out my name while eating her cunt from behind almost ends me.
Behraz’s naked chest bathes in an afterglow, both from her orgasm and the setting sun outside the window.
“Is there anything else you want to try with me?” Her hand courses down my bare torso, combing through the long hairs between my pecs.
I want to try—do everything with her. It’s what I want to say. It’s what I should say. But we’ve fed the beast too much, and I suggest something else entirely, like a greedy, heinous monster. “I wanna fuck your tits.”
Behraz doesn’t miss a beat. “You want me on my back or on top?”
The urge for control holds strong. “On your back.”
“Take off your pants.” She rolls and shifts downward while I do.
“Put your knees here.” Bea pats the mattress on either side of her hips.
I get into position, cock in hand stiffening at an astonishing rate.
Behraz Irani’s tits are a fucking gift. She spits on the head.
“I’ve never done it before, but…” The thought of being the only person to have her like this has my balls aching, cock pulsing.
More saliva joins my length. “…I think we might need some lube.”
I lean over to the nightstand and pull a tube from the top drawer. She uncaps it to squeeze a fat line of it onto her finger, then tosses it aside to slather the glaze generously between her breasts.
“Put your cock here,” she directs, bringing the rounds together.
My eyes close by instinct as I push my cock into the small space.
She holds them tight as I grind my hips through while mumbling a string of curses.
With each thrust, she lashes the tip of my cock with her tongue, turning me into a grunting, groaning mess of a man in a matter of seconds.
I inch closer and closer to the edge, the muscles of my arms shaking.
The last few drives get sloppy, and when Bea’s eyes roll, I let go with a scream. My cum stripes her chest in white.
“Oh, my God,” she exclaims, peering down at my release and sweeping a finger through its stickiness. “That was so quick.”
I recline on my haunches, still straddling her, my lifeless cock lying against her belly. “See what you fucking do to me?” My hands spread the slick all over her tits, wanting to mark her as mine. “You own me.”
She simpers when I gloss over her dark pink nipples and pinch their metal piercings before mouthing one. I leave it with an intense suck, soothing away the pain by stroking my tongue over the taut nub, before moving onto the other side.
“I’m gonna” —her body bows toward my mouth— “I’m gonna come, Fletcher.” Both of her strong hands tear at the sweaty, tousled hair topping my head, filling my cock with blood once more. She stiffens beneath me, toes curling, then lets out an extended scream.
I lick her skin clean, savoring the taste of my own cum as my cock reaches the bare, drenched split between her legs. “Can I kiss you now?”
She’s still recovering from the high. “You want to…kiss? After…?”
I cradle her sweet face, an afterglow in and of itself. “Don’t you want to taste us, Bea?”
“I do.”
We share a heated kiss before she loses consciousness. There’s an insane smile slapped on my face. I, Fletcher Donovan, a twenty-something virgin, have made Behraz Irani, sex goddess extraordinaire, pass out from pleasure.
When I slink off the bed and into the washroom, I force out a silent, excited scream while knocking my knees together in a dance of victory.
After wiping us both down with a warm washcloth, I dress her in my jersey from her room and tuck her into my bed.
I gulp down three glasses of water, grab a bottle of alkaline water, and leave it at her bedside with a protein-packed granola bar.
If she wakes before sunrise, she’s gonna need it.
I pick up Lore of the Tides and recline next to her sleeping form, and we’re both exactly where we belong.