“Stephan,” I moan his name, begging him to put me out of my misery and let me come.
He sucks harder and pumps deeper.
And I come all over his face. My body quaking. My thighs squeezing his face while he helps me ride my high.
I’m not all the way down when he brings his body back up, spreads my legs wide, and smacks himself into me in one fast go, holding my legs at the shins.
My body arches again.
And he starts fucking me mercilessly.
It’s the real deal. Not gentle. Not caring. But primal and raw.
With every move of his body, mine moves on the floor, and very soon, we end up off the blanket. And I don’t care. My back can be bruised and scratched and totally ruined—I don’t care as long as he keeps fucking me like this.
He lowers his body to mine and kisses me. It’s messy, sloppy, and perfect.
And I come again. Out of nowhere. When he hits something inside me, I feel the pressure build and release so fast I don’t have time to prepare. I’ve never been a squirter, but I guess no one before him could find the right button.
His nostrils flare, and he wraps his arms around me. Lifting the lower part of my body, he angles it the way it suits him while proceeding to impale me with his enormous dick. I’ve always known that he wouldn’t be small—that swagger and big dick energy can’t lie—but he exceeded all expectations.
I’m lost at this point. My body is overstimulated. I can’t think anymore. I’ve entered that state of bliss where my brain can’t think, only acts. So I follow his lead, digging my nails into his corded forearms. Scratching his skin. Invoking pain.
His eyes are focused on me, the veins all over his body strained. Especially the one on his neck, where I can see his crazy heartbeat.
“I need you to come for me again.” His voice is barely human at this point.
“I can’t.” It comes out as a whine, and I want to crawl away from this overwhelming sensation and sleep for a week.
“Of course you can.”
He puts his finger on my swollen, sensitive clit and presses down as he speeds up his pumping.
And I come again.
My whole body is convulsing, and he joins me a moment later. He tilts his head back and lets out a gravelly growl, making my heart stop beating. It’s still the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life. The muscles all over his body are strained. The veins popping. He’s sleek with sweat and my arousal.
It’s so messy.
It’s so perfect.
This is how real sex should be—two animals lost in each other.
He pumps into me two more times and slowly lowers his body on mine.
I wrap my arms around him, holding him as tight as I can.
He mumbles something into my neck.
“What?” I ask.
He pulls away a little, just enough so I can hear him. “I thought my soul left my body.”
I chuckle quietly. “Is it back?”
He pulls his head away and looks me in the eyes. “I’m not sure yet.”
Chapter Nineteen
