Page 71 of Pretend You Love Me

I’m panting and writhing under his touch. He knows what he’s doing. I’m seconds away from coming.

“Do you know how hard it was this morning not to touch you?” he slides his finger inside me, and I moan. “I wanted to feel your wet pussy so badly. I wanted to be inside you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”

“Worth the wait?” I can barely get the words out. I'm so overwhelmed with desire.

“Let’s find out.” He rips open the box of condoms so violently that half of them spill onto the floor.

“Goddamn it,” he whispers as he tears open one of the wrappers. Once he’s rolled the condom on, he crawls toward me. My heart feels like it might explode out of my chest at any second. He pushes my thighs further open and places himself at my entrance.

“This is what you want?”

I nod.

“Say it.”

“I want it. I want you.” I’m starting to lose it. “I need you, Kip. I need you inside me.”

The corner of one side of his mouth turns up, and he presses his way inside. I haven’t been with anyone in a while, and I’d forgotten how good it feels to be this close to a man, to feel him fill me completely.

“You’re such a good girl, taking me completely.”

“Oh, Kip,” I moan. He starts to move slowly. I’m matching his movements, grinding into him.

“Show me what you like.” His mouth is on my neck, his hand exploring my breast. I lift my legs up and wrap them around his waist, he groans as soon as he realizes he can go deeper at this angle.

His pace increases, but I need more.

More.

More.

More.

“Don’t hold back. I can take it,” I whisper in his ear. He growls and begins to thrust harder into me. Each time he crashes forward it moves me closer and closer to the headboard. I reach my hands over my head and press them against the headboard to hold myself in place.

“Oh, god...don’t stop.”

He started to mumble things I can’t even understand except an occasional curse word.

“Kip, I’m about to...”

“Come baby. Come together with me. Show me how much you love my dick. Come all over it.” He plows into me again and again until I feel both of our bodies quake together. I clench around him as he throbs inside me, spilling himself into the condom. I continue to clench around him until the wave washes over me, and my body stills.

He pulls out and rolls off. I feel empty without him.

I can’t speak for a full five minutes. I don’t think I can even see for two. I’ve been completely dickmatized. He’s paralyzed me with his dick, and I’m happily lying here, helpless to resist.

I’m still moaning and writhing a little.

“Are you still coming?” he asks, rolling his head toward me.

I close my eyes. “Shut up. Just let me enjoy this.”

“Fuck me.” I feel him watching me as I crash back down to earth.

When I open my eyes, he’s smirking at me.

“I guess you don’t hate me anymore?” he says.