But in the front is the flood of liquid, my blood boiling with warmth. There’s pressure, so much pressure filling me up and with his cock is already taking up so much room there’s nowhere for it to go.
I explode, my body, my consciousness shattering into a billion tiny pieces.
“Oh fuck,” he cries out in surprise as my pussy clamps down on him. I’ve got such tight grip I can feel him twitch and swell.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he groans, his voice all thick tender as the pounding of his hips eases until he’s grinding nice and slow.
I twitch and spasm, all kinds of things coming out of my mouth though I can’t understand my own words.
He finishes before me, kisses peppering my mouth, my nose, and my cheeks as he holds me tenderly until the last tremble pass through my bones.
I blink up at him as he stares down at me, his smile sleepy and satisfied, his gaze fuzzy and warm.
How did we get from him fucking my brains out to here?
My frown causes him to frown in concern. “How do you feel?” he asks.
I open my mouth but all that comes out is a croak. I think I may have screamed myself raw in the heat of the moment.
Blushing, I clear my throat before I look away. “I feel really good.”
He rumbles contentedly and his nose nuzzles at my throat, “Me too.”
I squirm and wiggle beneath him and before I know it, my world is flipping upside down.
Pulling me with him, he rolls onto his back with me now on top. I feel him slipping out of me so I wiggle down until I’m snuggled up to his side. His arm wraps around me as he reach
es down and removes his condom. The thing is so full of cum I’m thankful it didn’t burst.
Knotting the condom, he tosses it away.
“What time do you have to be home?” he finally asks.
Pushing up, I glance towards his clock. He pulls me back down after I tell him, “Not for a couple more hours.”
He grunts in reply and just snuggles me closer.
Seriously, I can’t believe we’re snuggling. I half expect him to kick me out now.
Ear pressed against his chest, he’s quiet, thoughtful, while I wait patiently for the other shoe to drop. When it doesn’t and his breathing deepens, becoming a soft snore I finally let myself relax, drifting off as well.
Chapter Six
Max
A woman should not feel as good as Grace does, it’s almost like cheat days with food.
Fuck, just the absolute power she has to break my composure is fucked up. I try to never let myself go like I did with Grace. I tried once to do what I did with her before, but the girl I tried it with quickly put a stop to it. She said I was a rough asshole… Yeah I didn’t like that. I may be an asshole bear in the ring, but outside I try to be a good guy.
Hurting a woman scares the hell out of me.
It’s all too easy to forget how big I am and how much stronger I am compared to other men. I would hate myself if I truly hurt a woman, especially Grace.
That is an odd thought to just come up in my head—why especially Grace? I know I’m getting hooked on this girl…
But how hooked?
I mean, shit, we’ve only known each other for a couple of days, really. A couple of amazing days to be sure.