My eyes didn’t know where to look. His body was almost too much to take in—too perfect, too beautiful. “You didn’t answer my question, baby.” His voice pulled me from my reverie just as he reached down and fisted his dick, pumping up and down. My mouth went dry at the erotic sight. “You want my cock, Gwen? You want me to fuck you until you come again?”
I swallowed audibly. I couldn’t remember ever wanting anything more. But there was something I wanted to do first.
“No.”
His head jerked back like he’d just taken a hit. “No?”
“Not yet,” I told him as I climbed to my knees and bent at the waist. “It’s my turn to taste you.”
Garrett’s chest rose and fell frantically as I wrapped my fingers around the base of him. I brought it to my mouth and swirled my tongue around the crown, flicking at the tiny slit before opening my mouth and taking in as much of him as I could. He was too long, too thick for me to take him all the way, but I worked my hand around the base at the same time I sucked him to the back of my throat.
Garrett barked out a curse as I began to bob up and down, my lips meeting my hand with each stroke. I’d never been a fan of blowjobs, but looking up and seeing the way he was watching me, the cords in his neck straining as I continued to suck and lick, was enough to make me feel invincible.
I worked him over, taking care to make it as good as possible. I wanted to drive him as crazy as he drove me. And it seemed towork, because one second I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth and the next I was on my back, staring up at a rabid-looking Garrett Wilder.
He twisted, pulling the drawer of his bedside table open and retrieving a condom. I looked on in awe as he tore it with his teeth and slid it down his rigid length.
“Who does this belong to?” he asked, bracing on one forearm while the fingers of his other hand slipped into me.
“You,” I moaned, arching my neck.
“That’s right,” he said softly as he fingerfucked me. “This pussy’s mine. This body ismine. Everything about you belongs to me.”
“Don’t stop.” I panted and writhed beneath him, desperately chasing another release.
“You’ll come with my cock inside you.” He pulled his fingers out and brought the tip to my entrance, then slid in slowly, inch by devastating inch, until he bottomed out, stretching me until he fit perfectly. “How’s that feel, baby?”
“Full,” I whimpered. “So full.”
Garrett’s hips tipped back and he slid out just as slowly before thrusting back in. “That’s right. No one can fill you up like I can, baby.” His pace picked up. His hips began to piston in and out and I planted my feet in the mattress, lifting my own to meet each of his strokes. “You think that asshole tonight could make you feel like this?”
“Ohmigod!” I cried out, raking my nails down his back. “Stop talking.” I didn’t want to think about Steve. I didn’t want to think about the repercussions that would ultimately come in the morning. I didn’t want to think aboutanything. I knew I was making a mistake in that moment, but I just didn’t have it in me to care. I wanted this,neededthis. It had been too long since I’d gotten off with something other than my hand.
Garrett chuckled as he continued to move, his dick stroking against my G-spot. “Tell me how you want it.”
“Harder,” I answered, grabbing his toned ass in the hopes it would spur him on. “Faster.”
“You mean like this?” Garrett pulled almost all the way out before plunging in with a flick of his hips.
I threw my head back, screwing my eyes shut. “Yes.”
“Say it, baby. Say you want me to fuck you, that you want me to make you come again.”
I opened my eyes and gazed up at him. His own were glassy, the lust shining through mirroring my own. “Fuck me, Garrett. Fuck me hard and make me come.Please.”
That was all it took. His hips slammed against mine with every thrust. It was so wonderfully punishing, so powerful, that my body began to slide up the bed. I lifted my hands and braced them against the headboard, giving myself more leverage to drive down on him as he slammed into me again and again. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he grunted with exertion. “Your pussy’s so fuckin’ perfect, baby. Fits me like a goddamn glove.”
That tightening returned in my belly, only this time it was so much more intense I actually feared my impending release.
“Too much, Garrett. Oh God. It’s too much.” But I couldn’t stop moving against him.
“It’s not,” he insisted. “Let go, Gwen. I want to hear you scream my name.”
“Shit. I’m coming.Garrett!” It crashed into me with the force of a hurricane, threatening to swallow me up. I came for what felt like an eternity. The blood rushed through my ears so loudly that I barely heard Garrett’s grunts before he finally threw his head back and shouted as he poured everything he had into the condom.
It felt like hours before I finally came back to earth. But once I did, Garrett’s weight and the strength of my orgasmrendered me immobile. Exhaustion tugged at my consciousness and I gladly succumbed to it.
I was so lost in a sleepy haze that I nearly missed it when Garrett nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck, placing a delicate kiss on my skin. And I barely heard him whisper, “Best I’ve ever had, baby. No one on the planet as good as you.”
