Don't Promise (Don't 3)

I grinned. We were on the exact same page.

She finished. “Backward.”

My cock almost lost it then. I felt the head surge with pressure. Holy shit.

“Hold on.” I hustled to the end of the bed and fished through my jeans pockets until I found the pack of condoms I had brought with me. I broke the seal on the packet, rolled it on in record time and settled on the mattress.

“Fuck me, Natalia.”

She straddled me, facing away from me, and I pressed my erection between her legs. I watched her perfect round ass as she sank on my dick, sucking it inside her.

I groaned as she tilted her hips forward and back with a precise erotic movement.

“Fuck,” I groaned. I’d never felt like I’d come this soon. I’d always been able to hold out, but she was hitting the head of my dick at the right spot and watching her from behind like this did things to me I didn’t know were possible.

She rose up again and lowered herself over me. I couldn’t take it. It wasn’t ending like this. I lifted her off of me and maneuvered her graceful body to the pillows.

“What?” she asked.

“You’re so fucking dirty,” I growled, taking her lips with a forceful kiss. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I plunged inside her, feeling her stretch around my cock.

It didn’t matter what position we were in. Everything about her felt fucking amazing. She was hot and wet and so tight I wanted to stay buried inside her all night. I pumped in and out, kissing her, staring into her eyes, listening to the sounds of her rapid breath, threading my fingers through hers and doing it all over again. I never wanted to stop fucking her.

Never.

18

Natalia

I looked into Sam’s eyes and felt him fill me with his solid cock. I loved it. The way he made me feel. The way my body vibrated under him. The way I wanted to try new things with him. He hilted himself inside me and I parted my lips as he shoved his thumb into my mouth. I began to suck furiously, feeling the coiling start to take off inside me.

He grinned, watching me come undone. But I couldn’t stop sucking or clenching around his cock. He drove his shaft inside and I shattered, screaming his name.

“Sam! Oh God, please, please.” He scooped his arms under me and pulled me to his damp chest while I shivered from my toes with the sensations sweeping through me. He was buried deep inside me.

I realized I was the only one who came and looked at his wicked smile. We were both upright and I could ride him, sliding up and down over his cock.

“Oh, yeah,” he coaxed me.

My nipples rubbed against the solid planes of his chest and the friction was enough to make me come again. Every nerve in my body felt alive and exposed. I leaned into a slight backbend using my hands to support me when his mouth dove toward my breast. He licked and lapped at it.

“Did I tell you you have the most perfect tits?”

“No,” I moaned. I was going under again.

His teeth nipped at one and then the other. It was a delicious pain that ran a shock of electricity from my nipples to my core every time I felt his teeth.

“Did I tell you last time how much I love hearing dirty French on your sexy lips?”

I shook my head. “You mean when I say baise-moi?” I smiled wickedly.

He pulled me forward into a kiss and I moaned at the taste of his lips.

“I don’t want this to stop,” I whispered. I moved up and down, driving him wild. But I could tell he was holding back.

“It doesn’t have to.”

I pressed down on his shoulders, keeping the tip of his erection at my entrance, then sank down swiftly.