Sweet mother of God.
His demanding pace is dizzying.
“Shit. I’m?—”
I clasp my hand over his head and pull at his hair. I can’t decide if I want him to stop or continue.
My body gives in.
My hips jerk off the Ferrari, taking him with me.
It’s over for me.
“OhmyGod, ohmyGod, ohmyGod.” I chant to a higher power as I ride out my orgasm.
I’m so loud and some part of my brain registers it’s unladylike, but frankly, I don’t give a damn.
Phoenix curls two fingers, finding a spot deep inside me I didn’t even know existed, and it’s like fireworks detonate at my core. My muscles clench hard and to my shock and awe, a gush of liquid projects from my pussy.
Phoenix’s startled gaze meets mine. “Fuck, yeah. That’s it, kitten, feed your king,” he says before putting his mouth on me again.
He continues to lick the flood from my pussy.
I’m horrified and embarrassed, but Phoenix seems unfazed. With his eyes still on me, he laps up my abundant juices.
I come.
And I come.
And I come.
The flow is so strong, it’s like a geyser. My body convulses and trembles each time my pussy muscles clench.
Holy shit. I didn’t know my body could do that.
I thought my earlier orgasm was mind-blowing, but this… this is transcendental.
I’m certain this is what an out of the body experience feels like.
How am I going to walk away from this man?
Phoenix stands up.
My eyes widen at the mess I’ve made.
His shirt is drenched.
I open my mouth to apologize, but I’m distracted when his hands find his belt.
“I dying to get inside you again,” he says.
“Your shirt.” I point at it.
He glances down. “Who cares about my shirt? That was fucking hot. Not every woman gets to come with such force, kitten. I love how your body reacts to me.”
So do I.
He unbuckles, unzips, and pushes his pants and boxer briefs to his knees.
