Maybe Swearing Will Help (SWAT Generation 2.0 3)

But then he went back down into position with his arms bracketing my face and started to move his hips all over again.

And I saw stars again.

Each thrust of his long, thick cock inside of me had the entire length sliding past my clit on the way inside me, drawing an unconscious moan from my lips in reaction.

“Feel good?” he asked, breathing against my neck.

“Feels… holy shit.” I didn’t even have words.

He chuckled against my ears, causing goosebumps to shiver down my spine.

His lightly bearded jaw drug deliciously against my collarbone, drawing even more goosebumps.

My orgasm was slow to build, and each time that I thought it couldn’t get more intense, it would just continue to build.

I was feeling things that I’d never experienced before.

Things that made me realize that the reason it felt so good with Ford wasn’t because he was good at what he was doing—he was—but because it was Ford that I was doing it with.

Ford was making me feel like a queen.

“You’re thinking too much,” he growled, pressing his lips to the pulse point on my neck.

I licked my lips and closed my eyes, letting my body feel him and not ‘think’ as he was saying.

“I’m only thinking of the way this feels,” I admitted. “How fucking good…”

Just when I thought that it couldn’t feel any better, he pulled out further than he had previously.

Then slammed back inside.

Only once.

Just one time, and I…died.

That was the only thing I could explain it as—the out-of-body experience.

There I was, building up to something big, and he had to go and do that.

Seconds later I was falling over the edge.

Each drag of his cock against my clit had it building higher and higher until I shattered.

My orgasm slammed into me so hard that the buck of my hips caused him to momentarily lose his way.

When he sensed this, he moved fast, kicking my legs back open and slamming back home with such abruptness that I screamed.

He didn’t stop.

Not when he leaned back down and I bit him.

Not when my fingernails dug into his back.

And definitely not when I screamed in his ear.

No. He rode me hard until the only thing I had left to do was fall bonelessly to the bed and watch as he finished himself off in the condom that was covering his cock.

“God, that was beautiful.”

I blinked, staring at him in surprise, my eyes a bit blurry.

“And I’d kill to come inside of you,” he said, pulling out slowly, being sure to hold onto the base of the condom as he did. “Fill you up to the brim and watch as my seed slid out of you when I pulled away.”

The image he described was definitely hot as fuck.

I wanted that, too.

So bad that I was almost willing to try it, fuck the consequences.

He saw the willingness in my eyes and laughed, leaning forward to press a kiss to my mouth, and letting his slick cock drag along my belly.

I leaned back and looked down, allowing my finger to drag along the length of his cock.

He grinned and pulled the condom off with a rough yank, causing the condom to break in his haste.

He didn’t let that stop him, though.

He tossed it to the ground beside the bed, and my brows rose.

“I’ll clean it up… later.”

Then he reached for another condom.

It was only after my fifth orgasm and his third that he stopped.

Honestly, I was kind of glad.

I couldn’t take any more.

He was amazing and all, but things were starting to get kind of sore down there, and I needed to be able to sit in a classroom tomorrow for a couple of hours.

Already, I knew that I was going to find it uncomfortable.

But at least it’d be bearable.

Anything would be bearable if Ford giving me orgasms was the payoff.

But still… I needed a break.

At least for an hour.

Which he must’ve sensed because he got up, cleaned the pile of condoms up, and came back with a couple of baby wipes.

I took the one he handed me and cleaned myself. Then went to the bathroom while he was cleaning up the floor, only to return to him sprawled out on the bed half-asleep.

I crawled onto the bed and picked up the comforter that’d been thrown to the floor in our lovemaking session earlier, tossing it over our naked bodies as I moved into the curve of his body.

The moment that I was settled, he started talking.

“I’ve been thinking about the disappearing cats.”

I sat up, using an arm planted on his chest to prop me up into place so that I could look into his eyes.

“What about them?” I asked curiously, my eyelids feeling heavy, but my curiosity definitely piqued.

“I…” I slowly stopped talking as there was a distinctive knock on the door.

“Somebody’s pounding on the door,” I muttered.