I move against him, bouncing up and down on his cock, my breasts bouncing in his face.
With our faces close, hands locked, we move together in the raw scandalous rhythm. He holds me tightly in place as he rams into me but I take him and take what he gives me, giving back as much as he gives.
He growls as his cock pulses inside me and flips me over on to my back then whips me around so that my back is pressed against his chest with our hands still locked together.
I’m in the lock of another orgasm. Right there at the edge from all we’ve done tonight, however, what he does next pushes me that much more and I gasp. With his left hand he presses into the tight rosette of my asshole.
“I want you here. I want you here, baby. Has anybody ever been there before?”
“No. Nobody has.”
“Will you let me?” he asks and the gentle caress of his words stroke over my heart. He doesn’t know he’s the second man I’ve ever been with. He won’t know that the buzz of wildness that’s taking me makes me wish he was the last. My only.
I’m crossing a line I shouldn’t cross. The lines of this little arrangement already feels blurred and I’m agreeing to more.
“Yes,” I say.
“Good girl. Just trust me.”
I do.
He bends me over, takes hold of his cock and presses the head against my ass. My lips part when he eases in. This feels so different, so new, but so right.
I gasp when he makes his way into me and starts moving.
This feels too good. His cock pulses in my asshole feels unbelievably good and I can’t believe I’m this kinky.
He speeds up and a white wall of rippling fire flashes through me. I close my eyes, and everything explodes, consuming whole. The bone tingling orgasm he sends through my body shatters my soul and re
verberates through every part of my body.
With my heart pounding and body quivering, I see stars and feel fire. It drains me, but the tension of his cock throbbing inside me as he thunders into me filling me up again with his hot virile cum gives me the strength to cry out one last time with him as we fall right over the edge together.
I fall and take him, but he holds me and cushions me, anchoring me against the blow.
All I feel is pleasure.
I know though that I’m in trouble when the thought hits me that I’ll only ever feel like this with him.
Chapter Twelve
Josh
Dad’s talking, but all I can think about is her.
Giselle St. John.
The woman I wasn’t supposed to sleep with.
The woman Dad thinks I’m not sleeping with. He thinks I’ve trained her really well, and he’s proud of me.
We’re in his office and he’s been talking to me for the last half an hour. All I’ve heard though out of his praise was a handful of words because fuck damn am I caught in my own game.
I want to say it happened from that night when she said she wanted me, but I think it was before. That was just the making of what was going to happen. Her telling me that was what cemented it.
She asked me if I got to be hers too when I first posed her with the offer and it threw me off kilter.
What knocked me off my damn perch of control though was that first night. The first time I laid my eyes on her at the club.