“God yes.”
He enters me slowly despite the restraint I can see coiling through his shoulders. As usual the stretch is intense... so fucking intense. I can feel every single inch of him pushing into my tight, wet heat.
My body yields, stretching around him, and it’s borderline pain but thebestkind. The kind that makes my toes curl and my breath catch in my throat.
“Jesus,” he grits out. “You always feel so fucking perfect.”
When he’s fully seated, he pauses. Gives me a moment to adjust. I’m so completely and utterly full. I can feel him pulsing inside me, the thick ridge of his head pressed against that spot deep inside that makes my vision blur.
Then he starts moving, setting a deliberate rhythm designed to break me. Each thrust is measured, controlled, but the power behind it is undeniable. The sectional creaks beneath us. My breasts bounce frantically with every snap of his hips.
His hand slips between us, his fingers finding my clit, and--
Oh god I’m going to die.
The dual sensation is overwhelming... his cock stroking deep inside, his fingers circling my swollen, sensitive clit.
It’s too much.
It’s perfect.
It’s--
“Cum for me,” he commands. Not asks. Commands.
The orgasm hits like lightning, making me arch off the blankets. My pussy clamps down on him, trying to milk his length, and I’m screaming his name in time to every clench.
“Gregory Gregory Gregory!”
The pleasure is a violent, beautiful thing, tearing through me, turning my muscles to liquid fire.
But he doesn’t stop. Just keeps moving, keeps touching, keeps building me back up again. His fingers never leave my clit, his thumb now pressing directly on that aching bundle of nerves while his cock continues its relentless jackhammering pace.
“Again,” he orders. “I know you can.”
“I can’t--” But even as I protest, I can feel it crescendoing again. That impossible, terrifying, exquisite pressure twisting tighter.
His thumb circles my swollen clit with devastating precision. “Youwill.”
My thoughts are splintering.
Too much.
So good.
Fuck.
Gregory.
Please.
Yes yes yes!
Eeeeewoowowowwweeeeeeeeee!
The next orgasm crashes through me even harder than the first.
“GRE-GOR-REEEE!” I cry out, my internal muscles clenching around him rhythmically.
