One Night Love (Whiskey Run Sugar 1)

She leans up on her elbows. “That sounds awful, but can we talk about it later?”

I’m already lining up at her entrance, slowly moving inside her. She’s tight, and the aftermath of her orgasm made her slick, but the tiny vibrations are beating against me, and fuck, it feels good. When I’m balls deep, a groan from low in my chest comes out, and I swear I want to bang my fist on my chest like a fuckin’ caveman. I’ve never felt pussy this good.

Chapter 5

April

I’ve never felt anything this good. Matt definitely knows what he’s doing. My neighbors probably hear the groan he practically screamed a second ago, but I don’t care. There’s something possessive and earth-shattering about knowing that I can do that to him. That I can make him feel like that.

“You okay?” he asks me.

I could say something smart or even something about the size of his dick. He’s big, and the size of it scared me a little. But I should have known. The rest of him is big.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

He pushes his hips into me, and I groan.

“Are you sure—" he starts to ask me, but I interrupt him. “Move.”

He doesn’t wait. His hips start to move. He slides in and out of me, angling his hips so he’s hitting my already sensitive G-spot. Over and over, the friction becomes too much, and I’m about to come again. He knows it too. My legs tighten on his hips.

“Fuck, you’re so wet... so hot.”

“Kiss me,” I all but beg him.

He leans over, his cock pummeling in and out of me, and presses his lips to mine. I can taste myself on him, and we both groan. Every sense is electrified, and I moan as another orgasm races through my body. I feel it everywhere, and it’s so intense, I jerk and writhe, pushing him away and then pulling him back. It’s too much.

“Arrrgh!” he screams against my mouth as his already rock-hard body gets even harder. He comes, his body jerking out of control, and we ride the wave of complete and utter satisfaction.

I’m spent. Completely spent. I don’t even know if I can move at this point. He’s rested his body on mine, and when he starts to pull away, saying he’s too heavy, I hold him to me, not letting him go. I know this is one night, and I’m not ready for it to end. He’ll probably leave, so if I can drag it out just a little bit more, commit the feeling of him, the smell of him, the taste of him to memory, then that’s what I’m going to do.

He doesn’t seem to mind this possessive hold I have on him. He’s kissing me softly and starts to rise again. I let him go this time, and his voice is gruff. “I’ll be right back.”

He stands up and stretches. “Where’s the bathroom?”

I point to the door next to my open closet. “There.”

He goes in, and I stretch, already feeling the soreness in the muscles I haven’t used in a while.

He’s back within minutes, his still impressive cock hanging between his legs. He stops next to the bed and leans over me. He kisses me first, and then I feel the warmth of a wet cloth between my legs as he cleans me up. Damn, this man is going to spoil me.

He’s gone again and back. I expect him to dress and put his boots on, but he doesn’t. He lies down next to me, pulling my body against his.

We’re both quiet, and the longer that nothing is said, the more I feel like I need to explain.

“I bought those earlier today because I was planning on sleeping with someone tonight.”

His body tautens against mine. “Did you have a date or something?”

I roll my eyes. Gah, this is going to sound awful. “No, I planned on having a one-night stand. I went out tonight wanting to...”

He holds his hand up. “I get the picture... why?”

This time I don’t keep it in. I groan. “Ugh, do we really need to talk about this?”

He holds me tighter. “I’m not judging... I’m just curious.”

I lean my head down and lay it on his chest. The light is still on, and this is going to be so much easier having this discussion if I don’t have to look at him. “I broke up with my ex six months ago. He was a bit of an ass. He was interested in me... when we were by ourselves. When it was just the two of us, it was perfect. Any other time... well, it wasn’t.”

He kisses the top of my head. “Why not? What did he do?”

I clench my eyes, hating to think about this again. “Well, it took me a while to figure it out, but he was ashamed of me. He loved my plus-size body, but I guess he didn’t want other people to know he did. If we went places, he ignored me. A lot of people didn’t even know we were dating.” I take a deep breath. “Anyway, I decided I deserved more. I’m fine with who I am. I like my body just the way it is, so I broke up with him and swore I wasn’t going to get involved again. Not with someone like him.”