Page 328 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

MAC

HOLY. SHIT.

I was balls deep in Georgia. Hot. Wet. Tight.

Her pussy felt like home. Like it was where I belonged but never knew. It was the place I’d been missing my whole fucking life. Holy shit.

“GG,” I hissed. Her inner walls clenched and rippled around me as she adjusted to my size. Some caveman gene in me made me want to pound my chest in satisfaction that I got her on her back, got my dick in her. Filling her and taking her. Satisfying her body with mine.

Up on one elbow, I loomed over her. Watched her face as I pulled out then slammed back in. How her eyes widened in surprise, then fell closed. Her hands went to my ass, cupped it. Pulled me deeper.

“More,” she breathed.

Yes. I’d give her more. Always.

And then I stopped thinking and just fucked. She lifted up into my thrusts. I pushed a knee up and back to go deeper. Then I hooked the leg over my shoulder. Then leaned back on my heels so I took her at a different angle, shallow and rhythmic.

Then I pressed her into the bed, chest to chest. Every position was good. Better than the next. And this was only missionary.

Georgia met me thrust for thrust until we were sweaty and whimpering. Whispering dirty words.

Harder. More. Yes, just like that. You feel so good. I’m close. Again. Right there.

As the bed bumped into the wall, I was hanging on by a thread, trying to hold off coming so fucking hard I knew I was going to go blind, but GG wasn’t there yet. It didn’t seem like she could make it with only my dick, so I reached between us, found her clit and circled it with my thumb.

“That better?” I asked as I rolled my hips, watching her closely to see what worked best.

Her eyes were closed and she nodded.

But it wasn’t going to be enough.

I pulled out.

Her eyes flew open and she looked at me with confusion and panic, as if I was going to stop. “Mac!”

“Shh,” I said, sliding down her body. I found her clit. It was swollen and hard, so I sucked on it with my mouth in little pulls. Obviously, her clit needed a little extra attention for her to come.

“Oh Lord,” she whimpered, thrashing on the bed. Her hands tangled in my hair. That was better. Thrashing and her pussy walls starting to ripple and clench was a good sign she was getting closer.

I only stayed there for a second or two, then moved back over her and slid deep.

Reaching between us, Georgia worked her clit as I filled her with more shallow thrusts. I’d found her g-spot earlier and I wanted to hit it with my dick.

“Like that,” she whispered, nodding her head, her fingers moving in quick circles. “Yes. Oh God. Right there.”

Yeah, she liked having her g-spot stimulated. I could totally fucking do that.

“I’ll pull out if you don’t come,” I taunted as sweat dripped down my brow.

Her eyes flew open and her hand moved faster.

“No!” she said, eyes pleading. “I’ll do it. I’ll be your good girl.”

Oh, those words. There was no way in hell I was pulling out of her clenching heat. But the possibility of it got her hotter. Even through the condom I felt her get wetter.

“That’s right. Then come, GG.”

And she did.

All over my dick as she clenched and writhed. Her nails dug into my lower back.

I was done. It was too much. She was too much. Too tempting.

My balls drew up and emptied. “Fuck,” I growled, burying my face in her neck as I came and came and came.

While I was trying to catch my breath, I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else. I’d only crossed one thing off my list.

My dick was still hard, ready to take her again in the next fun way. Once wasn’t enough.