Then my memory kicked in.
Holy shit. Her pussy fried my brain. Going bare has me forgetting my own damn name!
Within minutes, she was past the point of soft mewls. Loud grunts sounded from deep within her throat, filling the air as I claimed her body, desperate to send her soaring.
“That’s it, baby. Let go. It’s time to fly.” My jaw was clenched, holding my own orgasm at bay.
A shrill scream pierced through my hazy hearing, and Gemma convulsed, trembling violently, and I finally let go.
I let her legs fall from their perch, gripping her hips and driving home with one aim in mind—filling her up.
The “nice guy” inside me knew I should stop, that I’d already taken this too far without protection, but I couldn’t. She felt like fucking heaven.
Gemma clawed at me, sobbing, telling me she couldn’t take anymore, but I was right fucking there.
“Fuck!” I roared.
My balls drew up, and I was barely able to pull out in time as thick ropes of cum shot onto her belly, marking her as mine.
Chest heaving, I narrowly managed to miss collapsing atop her as I fell to the bed.
Our panting was the only sound in the room as we both recovered from our intense climaxes.
My limbs were heavy, but I managed to turn my head, whispering hoarsely, “You’re fucking incredible.”
Eyes still closed, Gemma didn’t respond, but the corner of her lips quirked up the tiniest bit, and I knew deep down that she felt this connection too.
Chapter 11
Gemma
Did I just getaddicted to sex?
If that’s what you could even call what just happened. It felt more like an out-of-body experience, a spiritual awakening.
What does it say about me that I want to cuff him to the bed so he can never leave and will be forced to service me any time I want?
“That can be arranged.” An amused chuckle sounded beside me.
Oh shit. Did I say that out loud?
“You sure did, but I’m happy to play your sex slave anytime you want, baby.”
Face flaming, my hands flew up to cover it. “Oh my God.”
“Don’t hide from me.” The command was gentle enough that I found myself obeying without question or pushback.
It was a good thing I was already lying down because the dazzling grin on his handsome face—a face that had been buriedbetween my thighs not so long ago—was enough to knock me over.
Fuck, it wasn’t fair for him to be so prettyandsexually competent.
And let’s not forget about the massive dick that I was fairly certain would leave me walking bow-legged for days.
“You okay?” A wrinkle formed between Sasha’s eyebrows as he reached up to push hair away from my face.
“Yeah,” I breathed out. “Just a little shell-shocked.”
“More like cock-shocked.”
