Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
“You feel so good. There. Oh God, yes. Right there.”
She lifted her ass higher.
“More, Aldo. Give me more.”
I sat back, taking her with me, sinking even deeper as I pulled her to my chest, cinching an arm around her waist and holding her close. She cried out at the angle, reaching up and gripping my neck, lifting her head, her mouth searching for mine. I kissed her hard, mimicking my actions with my tongue, mouth-fucking her. I slid my hand down, rubbing hard, fast circles on her clit. She gasped into my mouth and tightened around me. It set off my orgasm, the pleasure racing through me, her walls gripping and fluttering. I dropped my head to her shoulder, moaning her name, my cock pulsating, my orgasm continuing far longer than I had ever experienced before. Something about this woman did that to me. I couldn’t get enough.
Slowly we came down from the high we were on, the sensations lessening. She still gripped me inside her, the occasional flutter making me groan. I lifted her off me, carefully laying her on the bed. I disposed of the condom and returned to her. She lay on her side, looking thoroughly fucked and pleasured. Without a thought, I climbed in beside her, pulling her into my arms. She fit there as if made for me, her softness forming a perfect shadow to my harder body.
“Do you want me to go?”
“I’m far from finished with you,” I replied.
“Good,” she mumbled, her voice sleepy.
In a gesture I didn’t recognize, I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Sleep a bit, baby. I need you rested for round two.”
“Mmm,” she murmured. “Looking forward to it.”
And she was out.
I gazed down at her in the low light. She was truly lovely. Her milky skin was set off by the darkness of her hair. Long lashes fluttered on her cheeks as she slumbered. Her skin was like silk under my fingers. In the quiet deep of the night, I could admit to myself she was as perfect a match for me as I had ever met. Strong, stubborn, funny. Sexy and independent, yet I sensed a vulnerability she hid from the world.
But I wasn’t looking for anything permanent. She knew that and accepted it. She said the same thing.
I shut my eyes, deciding to relax a bit before waking her up for more.
I refused to listen to that low voice in my head that wondered if maybe what we weren’t looking for had found us anyway.
CHAPTER 10
VI
“More,” I groaned as the sensations flowed through me, lighting my nerves on fire. “Give me more, big man.”
Aldo chuckled, the sound deep and dark in the room. I was on my knees again, all of me on display for his eyes. The smaller of my two dildos was in my ass, the larger one inside my pussy. He was watching as he fucked me with them, whispering dirty words, telling me how sexy I looked as he pumped both toys into me.
“What more can I give you?” he asked.
“Your cock. I want you,” I replied.
In seconds, the dildo was gone and his much-larger cock filled me. He lifted me higher, the steady hum of the dildo and his powerful thrusts sending me skyrocketing. I felt my orgasm in every part of my body—even my fingers and toes pulsated. I cried out his name, screaming into the fluffy pillow as he moved, shifting and lifting a leg to add even more power behind his movements. My body spasmed, and I whimpered as I felt yet another orgasm building. How he did that, I had no idea, but I wasn’t certain I would survive yet another one.
“Aldo, please,” I begged. “I can’t.”
“Oh baby, you can. You will. And later, you’ll thank me by sucking me off again.” He reached under me, sliding his fingers over my engorged clit and playing with it. “I want to hear you this time. Give it to me.”
I was caught in a wave of pleasure. Intense, mind-blowing, incredible hedonism I had never experienced. Aldo was relentless. He had been all night. Every time I thought we were done, he started again. His mouth, his fingers, the dildos, his cock.
I wasn’t going to be able to move.
But the orgasms, the feeling of his hard, strong body over mine, under it, behind me, was too much to resist. I couldn’t say no.
I didn’t want to.
My orgasm hit me unexpectedly. Hard. Fast. Wild. I cried out, his name falling from my lips, my body quaking and shivering, my pussy clamping down on him. He groaned my name, thrusting until his own release happened.
Then we slowed, stopped, and collapsed.
He pulled me into his arms, and I went happily, surprised to discover earlier that Mr. One Night Only was a snuggler. He held me close, pressing kisses to my head and cradling me against his body.