Another jittery giggle escapes me, but it comes out all wonky, like some bizarre animal mating call. Damn, this man is dirty. He was right when he said he doesn’t do anything by half.
I stare up at him for a moment, my breath caught in my throat as I drink in his whole intimidating package-every sculpted muscle, each chiseled line, every powerful move of his hand around his shaft.
Watching this man pleasure himself is more arousing than anything I’ve ever seen. Fact.
“See what you do to me, Lucy?” he says in a low voice. “This is all for you.”
God. As I squirm under his gaze, my toes curl so tight, I swear they’re going to break.
I need to channel my inner Wonder Woman here, but instead, I’m a shivering mass of nerves and sweat.
He grabs hold of my legs, pushing them wider and wrapping them around his waist. He has me caged beneath him and, as if to prove it, his thick cock nudges at my entrance, teasing and taunting until the ache between my legs is unbearable.
“Please,” I moan, my voice trembling with need.
My hips gyrate against his, pushing him closer and closer to my opening. His thick arousal throbs between us, the sensation sending shivers running down my body like a sexy stun gun.
Damn tease.
“You’re dying for my cock, aren’t you?” he says in a husky voice that makes goose bumps prickle along my skin.
“Yes! Yes!” I cry out. What a stupid question.
“Have you fantasized about this moment? How it would feel?”
“Yes,” I reply, practically panting. It doesn’t even sound like me.
“Have you touched yourself with thoughts of me?”
I squirm, my already hot cheeks reaching full boil. A, I’m too embarrassed to answer that, and B, my bedroom talk appears to be limited to “Yes.”
“I won’t give you what you want until you tell me the truth.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I’ve touched myself and imagined it was you.”
“Good girl. That’s what I like to hear.”
His lips curl into a wicked smirk, and just when I think he’s going to finally give me what I want, he suddenly lifts me off the bed and flips me around so that I’m straddling him.
My legs spread around him and I gasp at the feel of his hard cock pressing against my wet entrance.
Holy hell. This is actually happening. I’m going to get fucked by JP Wolfe.
I tensely lower myself onto his cock, whimpering as my core reacts to his size.
“Take all of me,” he growls.
My senses go wild from the pleasure and pain until I finally relax, letting pleasure take over. His cock fills me completely and my inner muscles clench around him.
Thrills rush through my body, making me whimper in delight while he groans in unison. He’s fucking huge.
His hands are tight on my hips, keeping himself steady as he fights against losing control.
“You’re the boss now,” he murmurs. “Show me how you like to fuck.”
We both know that isn’t true, but I’m willing to play along.
I slowly grind myself against him, savoring every second of the pleasure that pulsates through my body with each thrust. His gaze is intense as he watches me, his hands squeezing my hips as I take charge of the rhythm.
This man has the best cock ever. He might never get it back. We’re tethered to each other forever now.
His grunts grow louder and hungrier as I ride him faster and harder.
His cheeks are flushed, eyes half-lidded, veins popping on his neck as he strains with pleasure. I tilt my head back, letting out a moan of delight as I clench around him, feeling like I own him completely.
I’m never going to last. Listening to JP’s sex noises is enough to make me come.
“You feel amazing inside me,” I moan. “This is my favorite position.”
“Is that so?” he says with a smirk that is quickly wiped off his face when I up my pace even more. He groans into my hair as I hit my sweet spot again and again.
Every thrust feels like it could be the last, each second more intense than the previous one. I know this will be the mother of all orgasms. A mind-blowing, earth-shattering experience that my poor vagina may never recover from.
“This angle,” he grunts. “So fucking deep.”
The intensity builds until finally, it’s too much, crashing over us like a tidal wave of pleasure as I show him exactly how I like to fuck.
“Oh, fuck.” He groans as my movements become more frantic.
I’m done for.
He lets out a final choked noise of pleasure as his body stiffens and he comes hard. I feel him swell and pulsate inside me, every sensation heightening my pleasure.
The look on his face. Something I never thought I’d see. It’s too much.
My pussy tightens and quivers around his dick as the orgasm explodes through me. I moan so loudly I’m sure everyone on Bear Mountain heard.
For a moment, we remain like that, him still inside me and both of us struggling to catch our breath. This wasn’t just good sex. This was unbelievable, earth-shattering, should-be-forbidden-in-some-states type of sex.
And the way he is looking at me right now? He couldn’t agree more.
“Thank you, baby. That was incredible.”
A nervous laugh bursts out of me. “You’re probably used to great sex.”
His fingers glide along my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze once more. For a second, the confident businessman is gone, replaced by a man who suddenly seems years younger, eyes brimming with a vulnerability I never imagined he possessed. As if I have the power to wound him deeply. “Sex is only great with the right person.”
My heart skips a beat as I realize what he’s implying. Is he for real or just feeding me a rehearsed line to turn me into a puddle of simpering goo?
“Come on.” He lifts me up off the bed. “Let me take care of you and get you into the shower.”
I giggle as he walks us both into the massive en suite and sets me down.
I don’t have a clue what this thing between us is becoming, but I’ll say this-I will never forget how he made me feel tonight.
A relaxed sigh escapes my lips as I place my face in the shower.
His hands roam over me as though afraid to leave an inch of skin untouched, like he’s on a mission to scrub away every ache and worry.
How am I supposed to go back to my boring little life after this night of debauchery?
I needed this so badly.
“Me too.”
My eyes fly open. Did I say that aloud?
When I bring my eyes up to meet his, he’s grinning down at me.
“I just hope I didn’t wake the whole building with my moaning,” I joke, cheeks flaming at the memory.