He hums appreciatively and pushes me against him, his grip on my ass deadly. Once. Twice more. On the third thrust, he slides inside me, drawing forth a gasp as he fills me to the hilt. A deep-seated groan rumbles in his chest, too. I think I could come from the sounds he makes alone, I swear.
I want more of them…
The thought springs me into action. Though exhausted from the series of intense orgasms this man already lured free from my body, I ride him like I’ll never ride a dick again—bouncing my ass, rolling my hips, earning me exactly what I want.
“Fuuuck,”he moans. “That’s it, just like that. You’re so perfect, pretty girl.”
He’s said it before, but hearing it now, strained with pleasure sets me off. I double my efforts, leaning forward and smashingmy lips to his, running my fingers through his hair as I slam my ass on him and fuck him into oblivion. Each groan blasts down my throat, fueling me onward, more still when he offers a spank, and another,and another.
“Oh my God, yes, do it again,” I mutter against his mouth, my legs trembling from exertion.
Crew laughs darkly, winding a hand in my hair. The merciless tug gloriously stings at the roots, drawing a hiss between my teeth. He doesn’t say anything, just fuses our gazes together. Open-handed and forceful, the residualslapbounces off the windows as he whacks both cheeks at once. “You want more?”
“Yes.”
The word barely hits the air before he’s going for it, each spank hitting a different spot, increasing in strength and heightened by an upward thrust of his hips. I lose count of how many after the fifth, squeezing my eyes shut as the ache spreads, echoed by the throb of my clit. I’m a breath away from begging him to stop, to fuck me and make me come—but he beats me to it.
Both arms lock around my waist and herailsme from beneath, the head of his cock hitting the deepest part of me over and over again. Tears spring from the corners of my eyes, that’s how deep he is, our skin slapping, a sheen a sweat covering us both.
“That’s it, take it,” he grits in my ear. “Take every last inch. ”
“Crew, I… I’m gonna come again!”
“Fuck yes, that’s a good girl. Come for me, Alma. Let me hear you.”
I do, holy fuck, do I ever, belting out a warbled rendition of his name with my head thrown back as my orgasm rips through me like an atomic bomb. Euphoria. Heaven. I don’t know whatthis is at this point, but it’s almost an out of body experience I never want to come back from.
Crew’s right behind me, holding me down as he empties himself inside me again with a volatile growl.
The high doesn’t seem to fade this time. I’m in this hazy state, limp on top of him and completely out of breath, where I know I’m not fully in the realm of reality.
Good, that’s exactly what I wanted.
I can all but feel my lips spreading in satisfaction, and the last thing I remember before succumbing to the depths of sleep, is Crew rolling me onto the mattress, raking the damp pieces of hair out of my face, and setting his lips to my temple while telling me everything is going to be okay.
CHAPTER
TEN
ALMA
I wake slowly,surfacing from somewhere deep and warm.
For a few suspended seconds, I don’t open my eyes. I just exist in the silence beneath the weight of the comforter. There’s a faint scent of cedar and smoke…and him. My corners of my mouth quirk and I find myself outstretching my arm, reaching out for the warmth of his body.
I’m met with cool sheets instead.
Eyes shooting open, my head swivels around so fast I nearly give myself whiplash. The other side of the bed is empty, only a thin ribbon of morning light slipping through the curtains. It’s as if he was never there.
My stomach dips before my brain can catch up.
He left.
The thought is irrational and immediate, but then I see it—a small square of paper on the nightstand, folded once, my name written in a very clear, all-male handwriting.
Don’t panic. Back soon.
- C
