Tease (Dark Odyssey Club Fantasies 3)

“Paul…” I wail. “I’m coming.”

He lifts his head and smiles. “I think I want you to come on my cock.”

I don’t care how I come… in his mouth or on his cock, all I want is him. I don’t want him to stop touching me.

He straightens and guides the fat head of his cock to my entrance. Lining his cock up, he rubs over my mound then plunges right inside. Deep inside. And just like every time we’ve had sex tonight, I take him. My body welcomes him like we’re supposed to fit together.

I love the skin-to-skin contact of him inside me. I’m on birth control, and the thought of having him like this again was something I wasn’t going to turn away.

He starts to move, pumping slowly at first then speeding up so he can fuck me hard.

“Fucking hell, Jia, your tight little pussy is so perfect.”

And so is his cock. All night, I’ve loved every second of having him inside me. We’ve been having sex as often as we can—as soon as we took a break, we did it again, and it was just like the past when we couldn’t get enough of each other.

He pulls out of me and flips me over so that I’m on my hands and knees.

“I want to fuck you like this, baby. I want to see your perfect ass,” he groans.

I answer with a moan when he plunges back into my pussy. Holy fuck, this position always feels so damn good.

He hits all the right places. Leaving my brain buzzing with reckless energy.

He starts fucking me at a furious speed that makes my breasts bounce hard against my chest.

My hair falls forward over my face, and I cry out when the pleasure takes me. It makes me move against him too as I lose myself and start fucking him too, pumping over his cock.

I know it’s too much. We’re both giving each other as much as we have in such a relentless manner that the only thing left to do is fall over the edge of madness. Allow erotic madness to take us and drive us crazy.

All night, I’ve been comparing what we’ve been doing to the past, not realizing that it’s different. It is. My God is it ever. It’s different because we’re different. It’s a different greed that’s possessing us now than what came for us before.

This wild lock of passion is the adult version of us, who’ve been starved of each other for the last six years.

He grabs my waist tight, too tight, and starts rutting into me. I scream his name out as I come so hard and viciously, I think I might faint.

He comes too, blowing into me like a hurricane. Again, he fills me with his hot male cum. Hot and virile, as dominating as he is.

My skin… it’s so hot. I could use some more ice on me. Sweat runs down the side of my face, and my fingers are tingling so much my hands start to shake.

I’ve never had sex like that before. Never felt so drained. He pulls out of me, and as he releases me, I slump down on the bed, his cum leaking down my legs.

He goes to the bathroom and returns with some tissues to clean me off.

I’m so tired I can barely move. It’s been awhile since I stayed up like this, and I definitely wasn’t up all night having sex. My friends think I’m the party girl. I am. I like going out, and I love coming here, but even I have a limit.

Paul gets on the bed and slips his arm around me, cocooning me against his chest. I lace my fingers through his, savoring the feel of his touch.

He presses his forehead to mine and holds me. It feels like we’re both trying to hold on to this moment.

“Go to sleep, Jia,” he whispers.

I’m crazy. I know I am because I don’t want to fall asleep. I don’t want to leave the fantasy. I know the minute I close my eyes, it will be over, and I want to hold on for a little longer.

There are so many questions in my mind.

I can’t believe this isn’t us all the time. The way he’s held me tonight and touched me isn’t synonymous with what he did.

Does he regret breaking up with me?