I smirk at him, more than willing to play him at his own game. “Maybe you’ll be the one who comes after me begging for me to suck your dick.”
“Hmm, yeah. Maybe,” he mumbles, not believing a word.
And that’s fine, because tomorrow, I’ll hopefully have a memory of some outstanding sex, be a little more relaxed, and continue with my life as if Everett Donnelly doesn’t exist.
Well, until Sienna tries to convince me to go to another game, of course.
Once he’s fully sheathed, Everett lifts me a little higher, tucks his fingers beneath the lace of my panties, and drags the head of his giant cock through my folds.
“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he groans, his jaw ticking with restraint.
“So what are you going to do about it?”
No sooner has the question rolled off my tongue than he thrusts his hips forward, filling me to the hilt in one swift move.
I cry out as my body fights to adjust to the invasion.
I might not have had a man inside me for some time, but I regularly make use of the toys in my nightstand. It becomes obvious very quickly that they pale in comparison to the size of this man.
“Holy fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, his free hand slapping the wall beside my head. When I glance over, his fist is curled, short nails digging into his palm.
Accomplishment shoots through me.
He might be about to ruin me in the best kind of way, but I’m pretty sure I’m also about to bring this man to his knees.
I’ve never felt so powerful.
“Probably because you have a massive fucking cock,” I point out, much to his amusement.
“Yeah?” he asks, eyes dancing with mirth. “Biggest you’ve ever had, right?”
I pretend to think for a moment. “Without getting a full visual, I can’t be sure.”
“Fucking knew I should have filled this smart mouth,” he mutters before gripping my chin between his thumb and forefinger, twisting my head exactly where he wants it, and slamming his lips against mine.
His thrusts start slow, allowing me to get used to him. It’s way more thoughtful than I was expecting. But as I begin clawing at his back, my body screaming for more, he starts to up the tempo.
Eventually, my need for more air has me ripping my lips from his so I can suck in greedy lungfuls as he ruts into me.
He leans back, his eyes rolling down my body to watch where we’re joined.
“Fuck. Look how well you take my cock, sweetheart.” Unable to stop myself, I do as I’m told and watch as he disappears inside me.
Fuck. That’s hot.
“Wanna feel you coming around me. Play with your clit. Get yourself there,” he demands.
Mindlessly, my body follows orders, and not two seconds later, I’m circling my clit with two fingers, getting to feel just how wet I really am for him.
Beatrice Walsh, you are a whore.
“Oh God.”
“Donnelly, sweetheart.”
A manic laugh spills from my lips as together we work me until I’m right on the edge.
My muscles pull tight as pleasure dances just out of reach.
