Can I Come Over

“Answer me, Bella,” he said, pausing. “Can I come over?”

“Yes…”

I walked over to the door and pushed it open, sucking in a breath when I saw that he was already here. Dressed in a dark grey T-shirt and dark blue jeans that hung low on his waist, he eyed me slowly—giving me a look that rendered me speechless.

His gaze was heated and primal, and he was leaning against the wall—glaring at me.

I stepped closer, my eyes locked on his—the silence between us saying it all. He’d admitted that he wanted to fuck me first, that it was what he wanted most.

Without saying a word, he stamped his mouth over mine and gripped my waist, pulling me taut against him. His lips overpowered mine within seconds, and I moaned as he kissed me, as he made me never want to kiss another man again.

Slipping a hand under my dress and between my thighs, he yanked off my lace panties in one smooth motion. They fell to the floor in a pool of wet silk, and he rubbed his palm against my bare ass.

Tearing his mouth away from mine, he pulled a condom from his pocket and handed it to me.

He silently commanded me to unwrap it, but all I could do was stare as he pushed down his pants and revealed his huge, thick cock.

Beyond aroused at the sight of it, I got down on my knees and swallowed it between my lips, letting his tip hit the back of my throat.

He groaned as I bobbed my head against his length—as I sucked him fast and deep.

His cock began throbbing in my mouth—and I could taste his urge to come in my mouth.

He didn’t give me the chance, though. He grabbed a fistful of my hair—pulling me back and forcing me to look up at him.

“Condom,” he said, pulling me up. “Now.”

I obliged, tearing open the wrapper and quickly rolling it onto him. He grabbed my left leg, slowly sliding his cock into me as I hooked my leg around his waist.

He didn’t stop to give me a chance to adjust to his huge length. He pounded into me without warning.

“Ahhhh…” I cried out, overwhelmed by how fucking good he felt inside of me.

My nails dug into his neck, and I tried to hold on for a few more seconds, but I’d never felt so filled and pleasured all at once, and my pussy was throbbing in ecstasy with every stroke of his cock. The moment he squeezed my ass and bit down on my shoulder—all while keeping his relentless rhythm, I lost all control.

“Fuckkk, Ryan…” I screamed his name at the top of my lungs, feeling my knees weakening as I reached my orgasm.

He kept his grip on my waist and pounded into me a few more times, stilling as he found his own release.

Panting, he steadied my body before pulling out of me, and then he slapped my ass. I was still struggling to catch my breath when he lifted me up and tossed me over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Carrying you to my place,” he said. “We’re just getting started…”

## END OF SCENE ##

(Well, part one of it)

I’ve attached the second part of that scene below.

Feel free to copy/paste both of these before hitting publish.

Ryan

I clicked on the attachment he sent, and my jaw dropped to the floor. His long and thick cock stood rock-hard against a pair of grey sweatpants, and as if he suspected that I’d challenge it, his recent letter to me was printed and lying flat on the desk in the background.

He has to be at least nine inches…At least.

Can that even fit in someone’s mouth?

My pussy was beyond wet after reading his words, but after seeing his cock, all I could do was stare at my screen in utter disbelief and need…

Grabbing my vibrator from the tub’s ledge, I slid a hand between my thighs—my publishing woes quickly forgotten. I pressed the soft, rubber nozzle against my clit and set it on low. Then I tilted my head back as it buzzed.

I bit my lip and shut my eyes, envisioning how Ryan’s cock would feel buried deep inside of me.

How many strokes I could handle before he made me come…

As I turned the vibrator up a notch, my phone vibrated against the tub’s ledge with a new message.

Letter Topic: You’re welcome

Dear Bella,

If you’ve finished reading the scene at this point, have we reached the point where you’ll tell me thank you?

Ryan

PS—Did you open my picture? Can you picture the real-life ‘Bella’ swallowing it between her lips and taking it all the way down her throat like she does in the book?

Letter Topic: Re: You’re welcome

Dear Ryan,

Thank you very much.

Part one of the scene was amazing, and I can’t wait to read what you attached for part two.