Fuck. I know that shouldn’t turn me on more, but it does.
His fingers become so slick that he struggles to keep them inside me. “Fuck, you’re wet.” He releases a harsh breath.
He applies more pressure to my clit, and I tumble over the edge, convulsing around him. I try to stay silent, but he edges me on. “Don’t you fucking dare hold back!” He shouts.
I don't recognize my own voice at the sound I let out as my orgasm reaches its climax. Sawyer slows down his hand, but doesn’t stop completely as I finish. Then, without warning, I’m picked up and fucking thrown forward on the bed.
What the fuck? I’m about to turn around when Sawyer’s voice stops me. “Don’t you fucking move an inch.” He growls out.
My naked body is frozen in place with my ass propped up in the air. I hear Sawyer shuffle through his pants, and the sound of the condom wrapper.
Moments later, I feel him press up against my entrance. “I’m going to enjoy this.” He whispers in my ear, and then he kisses his way slowly down my spine.
His hands run over my ass as he slowly enters me inch by inch. Even though I was already warmed up, the feel of him stretching me apart is fucking fantastic. When he settles all the way in, I let out a little squeak.
He doesn’t move for a moment, and even though I can’t see him, I know he’s smirking down at me. At this moment, I can’t seem to care. He pulls back super slow, but when he enters this time, it is all at once.
And it’s hard.
My face smooshes into the bed as he continues pounding into me. The gasps and squeaks that come out of my mouth are foreign to my ears, but Sawyer seems to like it. My body begins to tremble as the sensations intensify.
He grabs my hair in his fist and yanks my head back off the bed. The sting on my scalp turns me on even more. I want that feeling everywhere.
As if Sawyer was reading my thoughts, his hand comes down and smacks my ass. I open my eyes wide in surprise even though it felt amazing. “Did you just…”
“Yes.” He clips. “And don’t tell me you didn’t like it because you can’t lie to me when I can feel your cunt leak all over my cock.”
Jesus Christ!
I moan loudly. “Do it like you mean it then!” I snap back.
His hand comes down on me harder this time. I bite back my yelp as my skin tingles from where the pain just was. Sawyer stops holding back.
His cock slams into me over and over at a pace that slams my face back into the bed again. His hand slaps my ass repeatedly, and with every one, my pussy clamps around him harder. I don’t know how much more I can take.
“Fuck, Blake.” He groans. “I can’t…” He tries to talk again, but it sounds like he is barely holding on. “Fuck!” He shouts so loudly that it pushes me right over the edge.
I clamp down around him and scream out into the bed. He slams into me a few more times, and then the fucking noise he makes when he cums, fucking hell, it pushes my orgasm to a new level.
I swear his orgasm lasted twice as long as most guys as he collapses on top of me. He doesn’t seem to care that he is completely crushing me as he tries to catch his breath. “Get off of me.” I garble through the bed smooshed against my mouth.
He rolls to the side and closes his eyes as his chest heaves up and down. I’m too thirsty to process that I just slept with Sawyer, so I slide out of the bed and throw on one of his hoodies sitting on the chair next to the bed and walk out to the kitchen.
I’m guzzling a glass of water when Sawyer grabs it from my hand and finishes the rest. “Asshole.” I grumble as I go to the cabinet and grab another glass.
“Is that an insult or an invitation?” He smirks at me. He at least had the decency to throw his boxer-briefs back on, but they are hardly covering anything up.
Things were different in the bedroom when he was fucking me from behind. Now that I have to see him face-to-face, my whole world comes shattering down. What the fuck have I done?
I open my mouth like I’m offended, but before I can respond, he walks up behind me and whispers in my ear. “Don’t pretend like you aren’t a naughty girl, Blake.”
I whip around and stare up into his eyes, and he smirks back at me. “You want some spaghetti?”
“What?” I ask, confused. For a second I think this is some weird sex term I’ve never heard of, but then he literally walks over to the cabinet and pulls out some spaghetti.
I laugh. “Who has spaghetti as a snack?”
He raises an eyebrow at me. “It sounds good. Don’t pretend like you aren’t going to eat it.”