I wrap my wet hand around him again, stroking a few times before I sit up straighter on my knees and lean forward. Tentatively, I flick my tongue out over the thick head of his cock, which is already damp with precum. The taste of him on my tongue is erotic—warm and masculine. While continuing to stroke him from the base of his cock, I trace around the crown a few times with my tongue. When I flatten my tongue, opening my mouth, ready to take him, Corey growls and tugs my head back.
“No,” he says, reaching down for my arms, pulling me up to press his mouth to mine. This kiss is hard and aggressive. Unsteady from standing so quickly, I grab onto his back for balance, sinking my nails into his skin.
Breaking the kiss, Corey says, “Fuck, you feel so good, Bex.” He cups my face, pressing his forehead to mine, panting hard breaths of hot air against my mouth. “Goddamn,” he swears again, trying to catch his breath. “When you put your mouth on me… I was so close.”
“Really?” I ask, my heart pounding at a rhythm to match his. “I just assumed a man like you would have some sort of supercharged stamina.”
He matches my smirk with one of his own, but he pulls back on my hair again, exposing my neck. Running his lips and tongue along the soft skin below my ear, he whispers, “Usually, yes.” He nips at my skin, hard enough to leave a mark, and I yelp. “But there is something about you, Bex, that makes me come undone.”
That I could make this man, this professional, come undone with the smallest touch sends a rush of power through me. Taking his hand, I lead us to the bed. As I lie back in the center of the bed, it feels like I’m in a movie—and not the kind Corey is known for. Something more intimate and romantic, where I feel desired and cherished.
Corey crawls onto the bed toward me, sliding one powerful thigh between my legs, spreading me open for him. It’s so deeply erotic, the weight of his body above mine and the gentle way he caresses my skin.
“I’ve had weeks to fantasize about this moment and the real thing is just…” Corey pauses and sighs. “At first, I regretted taking things slow. But feeling you,” he says, sliding a hand down my body to stroke the wetness between my thighs. Moaning, I grind my hips against his hand, seeking more. “Seeing you like this, for the first time, wet and ready for me? It was so fucking worth it, baby.”
“Corey,” I say sharply as I grab his ass. “I really love everything you’re saying right now, but if you don’t fuck meright now, I might go crazy.”
With a laugh, he presses a kiss to my temple, then reaches toward the edge of the bed. As I watch him grab a condom and slide it down his cock, I have a fleeting thought of how many other women have experienced this. I immediately shut that shit down because it has no place here with me, with Corey, with what we feel for each other right now.
Corey spreads me wider for him and asks, “Are you ready for me, Bex?”
“Corey, please,” I beg. “Just…go slow.”
He rubs the top of his length against my clit, and my hips buck in response. “Eyes on me,” Corey murmurs as he begins sliding his thick cock inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” I hiss at the initial intrusion. Corey pauses, giving me a concerned look. “I’m fine,” I mumble. “I told you, it might be too big to fit. Keep going.”
“Oh, fuck Bex,” Corey murmurs as he continues to slide into me. I’ve never felt so full in my life. In no way, shape, or form can I compare how good it feels to have Corey’s thickness inside me to any of my past hookups. It feels like I stretch on forever inside until finally, I feel the brush of the hair on his stomach against mine. When he bottoms out, we both moan, fulfillment in the deep stretch of my cunt around his length.
Corey plants his forearms on the bed, muscle-corded arms frame my face. He brushes his nose against mine before whispering, “All those fantasies and I just want to fuck you like this.” He rolls his hips slightly, eliciting a whimper from me. “Would that be okay, Bex?”
Intoxicated by the weight of his body over mine and the fullness inside my pussy, I just nod. Top, bottom, up, down, I don’t care how he fucks me—I just need him to do it. “Please, I need you to fuck me, Corey.”
And he does. He starts off soft and slow, allowing me time to adjust to his size. It doesn’t take long, since I’ve been wet and primed since before we left the hockey game. Corey can read my body, the way it’s responding to him, and his thrusts gradually become faster, harder.
The entire time, Corey whispers to me. Praise, like “you take my cock so well” and “your moans are so pretty, baby.” Questions that don’t need answers, like “does that feel good, Bex?” And my favorite… “that’s my fucking good girl.”
The hottest thing is losing myself completely in this experience with Corey. It’s like my brain shuts off and surrenders to pleasure. It’seuphoric when Corey lifts up, and his hands grip my hips to start pounding into me. The empty room surrounds us with an echo of our bodies in rhythm, the slapping of his hips against mine, the sounds of my wetness enveloping his cock with each thrust.
Corey holds one of my hips and uses his other hand to knead at my breasts, which bounce with every thrust. “Are you going to come for me, Bex?”
The pressure of my orgasm has been building, and I reach a breaking point when he releases my breast and rubs my clit. “Corey, fuck, I’m coming!”
It’s a release unlike any I’ve experienced in my life. My vision blurs slightly as I hold on to his forearms tightly, riding wave after wave of intense pleasure rippling through my entire body. Corey grips my hips tighter than before, sure to leave a mark this time, as he pounds two, three more times.
Corey comes with a deep groan, masculine and feral. At the feeling of his length pulsating inside me with his release, I succumb to another orgasm. Although it’s weaker than the first, it’s like my pussy clenches in time with Corey’s pulses, and he moans into my neck as we ride out this hedonistic experience together.
Chapter 18
Corey
Ican’t sleep. Bex and I went another round before she slipped off to sleep in my arms. I want to sleep, but it eludes me. So, I focus instead on watching the rise and fall of Bex’s chest with every breath.
Holding her in my arms like this—her soft, naked skin against mine–the memories of last night whirl in flashes in my brain. The guttural moans from her pretty mouth, the way her pussy clenched and pulsed tightly around my cock, the sting from her nails scratching my back, my ass, my forearms—anywhere she could grip tightly and hold on as Ifucked her.
Never—and I mean never—in my entire career of fucking have I ever felt what I felt last night. And I know it’s all because of Bex. The connection I have with her, the way I feel when I’m looking at her, touching her, tasting her… I’ve never had a connection like this with a woman.Not even with Sabrina, I think, grimacing at the fleeting comparison to my ex.
Bex sighs in my arms and turns toward me, nuzzling against my short, soft chest hair. In a few weeks, I’ll have to shave almost completely for filming, and the thought makes me a bit sad. During one of our romps last night, Bex was on top, riding my dick like she was born to do it, her nails scratching against my chest. She had moaned, “I fucking love this chest hair, Corey” and I swore in that moment my days of shaving—my face or my body—for film were over.
