She cried out. “Yes.”
He pulled back. “Again?”
She was nodding rapidly. “Yes.”
There was a wild eagerness in her eyes that turned him on. Damn. This was everything. He had Sloane O’Toole beneath him, his cock buried in her tight, sweet pussy, and nothing could be better than this. Nothing. He pushed deep inside her. “Think you can take it if I go faster? I want to pound you. Is that what you want?”
Sloane was squirming beneath him, rolling her head side to side, nails clawing at him. “Yes. I want that. I want you.”
That what all he needed to hear. He put his palm against the headboard and drove into her hard, finding a fast, powerful rhythm. By the third stroke she was screaming, tits bouncing as she arched her back. By the sixth stroke she was coming, chanting his name, her pussy sending a hot stream of fluid rushing over his cock. It was so amazing watching her shatter, her body so slick and warm around his that he didn’t last long. He gave a few extra hard strokes, knocking her head back into the headboard, as he exploded inside her.
“Oh, fuck, Sloane. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said, letting his eyes drift closed as he burst into the condom inside her.
She went limp, mouth open as she gasped for air. “What just happened?”
He slowed down, shuddering with the final wave of pleasure. “A whole lot of good shit, that’s what just happened.”
Sloane eased up on her death grip. “Why did I get so… w
et?” Her cheeks were stained from pleasure, heat, and shyness.
Shyness from Sloane was not something he had ever anticipated. He pulled his cock out and lay down beside her. “What do you mean?” Did she really not know she’d had an internal orgasm? “You came, right?” He’d bet his life on it. That warm gush was a dead giveaway.
She nodded. “I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm, you know…”
“From being fucked?” He felt a wave of tenderness for him. Her ex must be a shit-ass lover, damn. “How do you usually come?”
“From my vibrator.” She turned to look at him with a shrug. “It’s just easier that way. My ex got annoyed if it took so long so we had a routine. I would get myself prepped with my vibrator, then he did his thing, then I finished.”
That made Rick want to track down her ex and punch him in the face.
“So how was this in comparison?” He knew she’d enjoyed it but he wanted her to say it.
She stared over at him, her murky eyes darker than they had been earlier. “There is no comparison. This was amazing.”
He’d take that. He ran a finger down her cheek. “Good. Next time will be just as amazing.”
“Next time?” she asked.
“Yes. Next time. Give me five minutes to recover.”
“Five minutes? Really?” She looked astonished. “I thought it took like at least twelve hours.”
For such a badass, she was very naïve when it came to sex. “Only for losers. Not for me.”
“So…” Sloane bit her lip. “What the hell was that when I came? I mean, I know that sounds stupid but I think that was my first orgasm from sex, like I said.”
“It’s exactly what you think it is.” Rick gave her a soft, sensual kiss. “Fucking hot, that’s what it was.”
Six
Fucking hot.
Had truer words ever been spoken? Nope. Not in Sloane’s lifetime.
Because what Rick had just done to her was next level. She now fully understood just what she had been missing all these years. If he could do this again in five minutes she was all on board because she needed to make up for lost time. She had to erase a decade of mediocre sex from her memory banks in one night so that she could live to bang another day.
Honestly, she felt very dramatic about the whole thing.