“Do you wanna get an F?” I asked, trying to keep up our game.
“If F means fucked, then yes, I want to get fucked.”
Game over.
I kissed up her mound and kept going. I wasn’t sure how she would react to my mouth on hers after eating her cunt, but she surprised me by pulling my lips to hers. The whole act was erotic as fuck, and I felt her heat inviting my dick to dive on in.
“It’s gonna hurt,” I told her, hoping she understood I wasn’t doing this to hurt her, but it would be unavoidable.
“I know, just do it and don’t stop kissing me.”
That I could do.
I wasn’t sure if it would have been easier for her for me to inch in slowly or fast, so I went with the old “rip the Band-Aid off quickly” method and slipped in fast.
She cried out from pain, and I kissed her through it, holding still so she could adjust.
“Titanium, vanadium, chromium.” I started naming off the metals that I could remember from the table, hoping it would help distract her from the pain. She took a few deep breaths into me and began naming some with me. Slowly her body began to relax, and I felt like I could move without causing her pain.
Her hands caressed my arm and settled on my back, nails lightly scraping my skin, making my hips move into her with a bit more force.
“Oh, I liked that,” she mewled.
I did too. Picking up the pace, I kept my strokes long and deep, lifting up onto my arms, rolling my hips into hers faster and faster. Her hair was splayed across her pillow, and her eyes were bright and hooded as she felt me sliding in and out, taking my sanity away with every movement.
Then her eyes traveled down my body to where we were connected.
I fucking lost it.
She was watching us, it was hot as hell. Lifting her legs, bending them closer to her chest, my hands went to her breasts, and I unleashed myself on her. Her head rolled back into the pillow and those delectable hands of hers went to my forearms as we rocked together.
“Watch me fuck your sweet heat, Gwendolyn. It’s a perfect fucking sight. You’re so sexy. Do you even know how sexy you are?”
We watched me move inside her, and I swear the glistening sight alone was going to make me come.
“I feel sexy, and I really like this.”
“You are fucking sexy. You bring me to my knees every time you turn those ice-blue eyes on me.”
Oh God, her pussy squeezed me tight. She liked me talking to her, and I could feel her body getting ready to detonate.
“You’re gonna make me come with those noises you make when my cock is deep inside you.”
She moaned, and her nails dug into my arms, so close.
“You like my talking, goddess? Telling you how you make me wanna come so fucking hard that I can’t remember my own name?”
Boom.
Her head flew back, and she screamed to the gods above as her release swept her away into a sea of bliss.
I was right behind her, groaning her name as my strokes came faster and harder, feeling every centimeter of her clenching around me in waves, milking me.
Together we came back from our orgasms and both felt the need for connection. She pulled my head toward hers at the same time I was leaning down, sharing a sweet, deep kiss.
This girl was my world, and I vowed to make her feel it with every kiss we exchanged.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
