When Thomas opened his eyes, he crawled on top of me. He grabbed my wrists with one hand and pinned them over my head. I could feel the delicate bones in my wrists grinding together as he straddled my hips and nudged my pussy with the head of his cock. I could already feel my skin stretching and he wasn’t even inside of me yet!
“Do you want me, June?” Thomas growled. I looked into his eyes and nodded.
“Yes,” I managed to squeak. “I do.”
“How much do you want me?” Thomas’s breathing was coming in sharp, hard bursts and I saw a shudder of desire move through his body.
“I want you so bad,” I whispered, trying to make my voice low and full of sex. “I want you to take me forever, to make me yours.”
Thomas grabbed onto my hips and slid inside me with incredible force. I screamed with pleasure as his cock tore into my pussy and filled me completely. When he was all the way inside, he stopped moving. I could feel his cock pulsing inside my body and I bit my lip and looked into his eyes. Slowly, Thomas began to thrust in and out. He moved his hips slowly at first and then faster and faster until it became more serious for him. With every thrust, his pubic bone rubbed against my clit and soon, I felt myself become as aroused as I had been while Thomas was licking my asshole.
As I rode him faster and faster, Thomas growled with pleasure. He pushed his finger in and out of my ass and I felt the pleasure in my belly build and build until finally, I was coming harder than I ever had before. My breath came in hoarse sobs as I rode Thomas’s massive cock. I could feel the spasms in my pussy gripping him even more tightly than before and Thomas gasped with the intensity of it all. He slid his finger out of my ass and grabbed ahold of my hips, forcing me to keep riding him through my savage orgasm. I could feel his cock twitching and pulsing and I braced myself for his explosion inside of me.
“June!” Thomas grunted. “June, I’m gonna cum!”
“Do it,” I hissed, my own breath coming in damp bursts. Thomas screwed his eyes shut and groaned, thrusting up so hard that I could feel him against my cervix. It was almost painful and I whimpered, but it was beginning to make me feel like I could come again. As he pushed into me again and again, I closed my eyes and rode his body hard. My clit felt like it was on fire as I forced myself to another rough orgasm on Thomas’s pubic bone. The spasms in my pussy set him off and I finally felt his cock jerk and pulse and gush inside of me. Thomas let out a deep breath and squeezed my ass once more before pulling me down on his chest. For a moment, we cuddled like that with his cock still inside of me. His chest was shining and hot with sweat and I felt the damp tangles of my hair against my forehead as I lay down.
“Thomas?” I asked softly, still panting from the marathon sex we’d just enjoyed.
“Yeah?”
I rolled onto my elbows, propping myself up on the soft duvet. “When can I move in?”
Thomas grinned. “You mean it?”
I couldn’t help but return the smile. “Oh, yes,” I said. “I really do.”
“As soon as you’d like,” Thomas said. He pulled me close and kissed me deeply. “The sooner the better.”
I grinned. “Sounds perfect,” I said softly.
Chapter Twenty
June
“How’s everything going?”
I shuddered as Thomas nuzzled my neck and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me against his hard body. He smelled good – like fresh shower gel and new cologne – and I closed my eyes, savoring the scent of my boyfriend.
Boyfriend! I thought excitedly. I’ve never had one of those before. I still can’t believe it!
“It’s going pretty well,” I said. “Dinner should be ready in about ten minutes.”
“Excellent,” Thomas replied. “It smells incredible.” He leaned over my shoulder and inhaled deeply.
I blushed. “You think Brett will like it?”
Thomas nodded. “Oh, yeah,” he said. “His favorite food is spaghetti with meat sauce.”
I nodded. “Angela said this recipe wouldn’t disappoint – it’s from her Sicilian grandfather.”
Thomas laughed. “Sounds good, babe,” he said. He kissed me on the cheek and I flushed and squirmed, desperately craving more of his touch.
“Hey, Dad!” Brett raced into the kitchen. “What’s for dinner?” When he saw me, he stopped dead in his tracks. “What’s Miss Rogers doing here?”
Thomas chuckled. “Son, please call Miss Rogers June, at least when she’s in our home.”
“Am I in trouble?” Brett asked nervously. ‘What’s going on?”