Page 78 of That Conflicted Feeling

Ineed to touch him.Ineed my hands on him.

Ashe straddles me, my desperate fingers fly to his belt and zipper and plunge into his boxers.Whata prizeIfind there.He’srock-hard, long, thick, and silky smooth.

Hecloses his eyes and groans asIspread the dripping precum over the tip and work it up and down.

“Fuck,” he pants after only a few seconds. “Youhave to stop.Youhave to stop.”

Hepulls my hands away.

“Youdon’t like it?”Iask with a flirty smile.

“Yeah, that’s right.It’sawful.Youmust never do that again.”Heslides down my body, pulling off my lace panties as he goes. “AndIthink you’re about to hate this too.”

Histongue flicks my clit as he parts me with his fingers.

Myback arches into the heavy white sheets as unbridled pleasure courses through my veins and consumes me.

“Terrible,”Igasp. “Trulyterrible.”

Thepressure of his tongue increases, making rhythmic circles, as one finger, then another, finds my entrance.

Forthe second time in two days,Ihave this remarkable man’s fingers inside me.Butthis time the tongue he uses to create his sparky banter is creating sparks of a whole different kind.

Igrab the sheets asIstart to rise and rise.ButasIteeter on the point of no return, the fingers and the tongue disappear.

Mygroan must sound like disappointment.

Hismouth works its way back up my body to my neck, setting fire to every inch of skin it touches.

“Neverfear,” he says against my ear, the warm breath sending a ripple of goosebumps all the way to my feet. “Iwant to come with you.Iwant us to do it together.”

Heclimbs off me, andImiss the heat and weight of his body instantly.

Butthe sight of him removing his jeans and boxers to reveal a proud dick that looks even better than it felt, and strong firm thighs that call for me to dig my fingers into them, is worth the price.

Hepulls his wallet from his jeans, takes a foil square from it, and in a flash, he’s sheathed and back over me.

Desperatefor his kiss,Ipull his face down to meet me and find the taste of myself on his lips.Histongue strokes mine, and the head of his dick rubs against my clit in the same rhythm.

Wegasp together as he slides the tip inside me.

Allefforts to take it slow are pointless.

Ithrust my hips up to meet him.Ineed all of him, andIneed him now.There’sbliss in the pain asIadjust to his size.Blissin it having been so long, it’s almost like my first time.

Heplunges deep inside me.Fillingme completely.

GoodGod, how can someone so wrong for me feel so right?

I’mlost, gone, rocking back and forth withMax, my ultimate competitor, inside me.

Hisbeautiful face strains as he holds back, on the edge and waiting for me, being generous again, just like yesterday, when his only mission was my satisfaction.

“Ican’t hold on,”Ibreathe into the crook of his neck as my fingers dig into his shoulders.

“Thankfuck for that, because neither canI.”

Nowwe have each other’s permission to let go.