sighs, his tortured look as he stared at his cock pumping into me, and his declarations of, “Fuck, that’s the shit I love,” set me on fire.
I loved watching him , knowing that I was the one making him come apart at the seams. Me , I was the one. Not Jennifer, Kelly, or Tiffany. Me.
His eyes met mine, and there was an emotion I’d never seen emitting from them. It was strong, and overpowering. He leaned down and captured my lips, his hand wrapped around the back of my neck holding me close.
My head couldn’t wrap itself around the enigma that was Nathan Thorne.
He pulled away, his eyes ho lding mine—fierce, determined and so damn hypnotic. His body was draped over mine, his pace quickening. Teeth scraped against my skin, biting, marking, as the assault from his mouth moved around. Tongue lashing at my skin, while lips caressed the harshness away. He bit down hard on my shoulder, sucking the skin between his teeth, making sure the mark was good and dark. My walls tightened, and I could feel myself on the edge.
“You ’re going to come.” His mouth crushed mine, and forced my lips open. Several sexy sighs escaped him, flowing into me, and I felt his dick twitch. I smiled at the thought of watching him come undone above me.
He picked up my legs and anchored them over his shoulders. He pumped straight into me, his tip hitting the same glorious spot his fingers had earlier.
“Oh, God!”
“Yes, that’s it, baby . Take it. Flood your pussy and let it flow out onto my dick. You know you want to.” There was a fierce edge to his voice. His erotic words were not empty or void. I knew he meant every single fucking word.
“More,” I said, the word coming out unbidden. My mind was foggy, lost in the Nathan-induced haze.
“Shit! Fuck, baby , you’re…oh, fucking…clenching so tight…so fucking tight!” he stammered out, pleasure induced incoherency taking over.
His fingers dug into my thighs, shoving them together and with a force I’d never felt before . It fucking ripped me apart and landed me with an orgasm that was akin to an out of body experience.
“Fuck , Nate. Yes!” I screamed louder than I ever had during an orgasm, shuddering breaths and indecipherable moans, falling from my lips.
Every muscle in his body was vib rating, his head tipped back as he started yelling. “Yes! Oh, fuck, baby, fucking you… God, so good!”
His voice shattered, drowning mine out. I felt a sudden emptiness as he pulled out of me. I stared as his hand pumped his cock, the head straining so much it was almost purple. He let out a strangled cry as the first hot stream was released. It landed on my left breast; the following spraying on my stomach. His body convulsed and swayed, hips jerking with each spurt.
“Shit, that is the best fucking sigh t in the world,” he whispered, licking his lips as he stared down at my body. “You look so fucking good covered in me.” He moved his cock around, spreading his come around my skin, staring in perverse fascination.
“Tha t was… God, I can’t describe it.” I was incredulous as I dragged my hands up through my sweat matted hair.
He beamed at me. “I know. ”
The damn mercurial man in front of me was so happy. He was beaming at me like he adored everything about me. What the hell? Was it due to my earth shattering orgasm and he was pleased he’d done it to me? Or was there something else going on?
“I don’t think I ’ll be able to walk tomorrow. I want Starbucks in the morning, you’re buying,” I said between pants.
“How about I tell the other ladies I’m gay? Would that be sufficient payment?” He smirked and slowly pushed off of me.
“I’m not some damn call girl, you know.”
Before I could smack him or throw something at his smirking face, he was shrugging his pants up his hips and heading for the door.
“Asshole!” I hollered at him from my gelatinous place on the couch.
“You mean ‘thank you! ’” He snorted and threw open the
I loved watching him , knowing that I was the one making him come apart at the seams. Me , I was the one. Not Jennifer, Kelly, or Tiffany. Me.
His eyes met mine, and there was an emotion I’d never seen emitting from them. It was strong, and overpowering. He leaned down and captured my lips, his hand wrapped around the back of my neck holding me close.
My head couldn’t wrap itself around the enigma that was Nathan Thorne.
He pulled away, his eyes ho lding mine—fierce, determined and so damn hypnotic. His body was draped over mine, his pace quickening. Teeth scraped against my skin, biting, marking, as the assault from his mouth moved around. Tongue lashing at my skin, while lips caressed the harshness away. He bit down hard on my shoulder, sucking the skin between his teeth, making sure the mark was good and dark. My walls tightened, and I could feel myself on the edge.
“You ’re going to come.” His mouth crushed mine, and forced my lips open. Several sexy sighs escaped him, flowing into me, and I felt his dick twitch. I smiled at the thought of watching him come undone above me.
He picked up my legs and anchored them over his shoulders. He pumped straight into me, his tip hitting the same glorious spot his fingers had earlier.
“Oh, God!”
“Yes, that’s it, baby . Take it. Flood your pussy and let it flow out onto my dick. You know you want to.” There was a fierce edge to his voice. His erotic words were not empty or void. I knew he meant every single fucking word.
“More,” I said, the word coming out unbidden. My mind was foggy, lost in the Nathan-induced haze.
“Shit! Fuck, baby , you’re…oh, fucking…clenching so tight…so fucking tight!” he stammered out, pleasure induced incoherency taking over.
His fingers dug into my thighs, shoving them together and with a force I’d never felt before . It fucking ripped me apart and landed me with an orgasm that was akin to an out of body experience.
“Fuck , Nate. Yes!” I screamed louder than I ever had during an orgasm, shuddering breaths and indecipherable moans, falling from my lips.
Every muscle in his body was vib rating, his head tipped back as he started yelling. “Yes! Oh, fuck, baby, fucking you… God, so good!”
His voice shattered, drowning mine out. I felt a sudden emptiness as he pulled out of me. I stared as his hand pumped his cock, the head straining so much it was almost purple. He let out a strangled cry as the first hot stream was released. It landed on my left breast; the following spraying on my stomach. His body convulsed and swayed, hips jerking with each spurt.
“Shit, that is the best fucking sigh t in the world,” he whispered, licking his lips as he stared down at my body. “You look so fucking good covered in me.” He moved his cock around, spreading his come around my skin, staring in perverse fascination.
“Tha t was… God, I can’t describe it.” I was incredulous as I dragged my hands up through my sweat matted hair.
He beamed at me. “I know. ”
The damn mercurial man in front of me was so happy. He was beaming at me like he adored everything about me. What the hell? Was it due to my earth shattering orgasm and he was pleased he’d done it to me? Or was there something else going on?
“I don’t think I ’ll be able to walk tomorrow. I want Starbucks in the morning, you’re buying,” I said between pants.
“How about I tell the other ladies I’m gay? Would that be sufficient payment?” He smirked and slowly pushed off of me.
“I’m not some damn call girl, you know.”
Before I could smack him or throw something at his smirking face, he was shrugging his pants up his hips and heading for the door.
“Asshole!” I hollered at him from my gelatinous place on the couch.
“You mean ‘thank you! ’” He snorted and threw open the
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