He opened his eyes and watched her roll a condom over him, taking her sweet ass time. Then she mounted him, holding him as she eased her body—her pussy shaved and so, so pretty—over him. Seeing her sink inch by inch onto him while he felt her warmth all around nearly made him come.
“I swear I have staying power,” he managed, holding tight to his determination to follow her orders. “But with you, I’m always two seconds away from exploding.”
“Oh, yeah. You feel huge in me.”
He wanted badly to put his hands on her hips, but he kept them behind his head and watched as she rode him up and down, moving way too slowly to satisfy him. But then she put her fingers between her legs, and he swore his dick grew another inch.
“Yeah, baby. Get yourself off.” She was so fucking hot. “Make yourself come all over me.”
“You feel so good.”
The sexual dynamo taking him to heaven was so much better than any fantasy he could conjure. A flesh and blood woman owning her sexuality. He must have done something right in his life to be this lucky.
Now if he could just hold off from coming before she did so he didn’t look like a total loser…
She slammed over him, impaling herself on his dick. And he couldn’t stop himself from reaching for her tits. Watching them bob and not being able to cup her was killing him.
“Yeah, oh please.” She moaned his name and ground over him.
He pinched her nipples. “Come, Marlie. Baby, yes.”
She moved those fingers faster, riding him, and cried out as she came.
He cupped her breasts as he let himself go, releasing into her with a groan of his own and never wanting the pleasure to end.
When they finally came back to their senses, she remained on top of his softening dick, her cheeks flushed, her breasts full, the nipples pert.
I love you so fucking much was on the tip of his tongue, but he managed to keep it together.
Marlie smiled down at him, satisfied. “Wow. Two for two. I’m impressed.”
“Honey, we’re just getting started. We’ve got a box of condoms to get through.”
She frowned. “I can’t be walking bowlegged at the game tomorrow.”
He grinned. “Well now. You don’t have to do all the work, sugar lips. Maybe next time you just lie there and let me get you good and sweaty.”
She planted her hands on his chest and scratched him like a kitten sharpening her claws. Or in Marlie’s case, a full-grown panther tenderizing prey. “Sugar lips?”
“Too much? How about honey crotch? Bitchin’ ass?”
She laughed and moved off him. Sadly, he felt cold without her.
“Go clean up, Sir Dicks a Lot.”
“Oh, I see what you did there with the ‘Dick’ reference.” He left her laughing, cleaned up in the bathroom, and returned to find her sitting up, naked in bed, with a can of whipped cream and a naughty look in her eyes.
She squirted the cream right into her mouth, and his thoughts went straight to the gutter.
“I have a feeling you don’t need to worry about walking bowlegged tomorrow.” He grabbed the whipped cream from her hands, shoved her onto her back, then pressed the canister to cover both of her nipples. “Me, on the other hand…”
CHAPTER 21
Marlie woke the next morning feeling pleasantly sore all over.
Holy shit, but Damon was a menace in bed. A total stud who never seemed to tire. He’d worn her out, and Marlie could go forever. Yet another way she and Ben had not been compatible.
But with Damon, who actually tried to make her feel good, she’d had multiple orgasms. That never happened. Not without a lot of faking on her part.
