“I’m so close. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”
I thrust harder and faster, still holding back, careful not to push her past the limits of what she can take. I can feel my own orgasm building at the base of my spine, but I’m determined to make her come first.
“Let yourself fall apart, beautiful,” I practically beg. “Let me feel you.”
“Grant! Oh god, Grant!”
She screams my name as her orgasm hits, and her pussy clamps down on my cock so hard I see stars. I keep thrusting through it, prolonging her pleasure as long as I can, but when she says my name one more time, breathless and wrecked, I can’t hold back anymore.
I let myself go, my own release tearing through me as I fill the condom with everything I’ve got. I collapse onto her back, both of us shaking and gasping for air.
When I finally pull out and roll onto my side, I reach down to take the condom off and realize it’s overflowed. She must notice too, because her eyes go wide and her mouth falls open.
“Wow. That’s… a lot.”
I grimace, not sure whether to be proud or embarrassed. “Yeah, uh… that’s never happened before. I guess I just—I don’t know. Honestly, I’ve never come that hard in my life.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” I chuckle. “Maybe it’s because I’ve never slept with anyone who turns me on as much as you do.”
She flushes that gorgeous shade of pink that I love so much, and my spent cock does its best to twitch back to life.
I might need a few more minutes to recover after what we’ve just done, but there’s no doubt in my mind that I’m going to fuck her again.
And again.
And again.
In fact, we might not get out of bed at all this weekend.
Chapter 27
Heather
I swing my legs over the side of the bed and push myself up to standing, already thinking about the shower I desperately need. But my legs wobble like a newborn fawn the moment my feet hit the floor.
“Shit,” I mutter under my breath, grabbing for the edge of the nightstand to steady myself.
The low, rumbling chuckle coming from the bed behind me is enough to embarrass me and turn me on at the same time, making my cheeks flush with heat.
“Not a word,” I warn him, even though I’m starting to smile now too. “Not one single word.”
When he told me he was going to fuck me until I couldn’t walk, I thought that was just an expression. A little bit of sexy swagger and confidence.
And then I saw his cock. And now here we are.
“I wasn’t going to say anything.” His voice is full of smug satisfaction, and now I’m definitely smiling even though I’m trying desperately to school my features into something more disapproving.
I glance back over my shoulder, and yeah, he looks so damn pleased with himself that I either want to kiss him or throw something at him.
The latter seems like the best choice at the moment, so I grab the nearest pillow and chuck it in his direction. It hits him square in the chest, and his grin only widens.
“Okay, maybe I was going to say something.” He gives me a half-shrug and catches the pillow before it falls. “But can you blame me?”
I don’t dignify that with a response. Besides, I already have my hands full focusing on putting one foot in front of the other and making my way to the bathroom without falling flat on my face.
Once I’m safely inside the bathroom and can brace myself against the countertop, I flip on the light and catch the first sight of myself in the mirror.
