“Is that what you want? Me to fuck you bare, so hard you feel it for days?”
“Yes,” I whimper. I bring him to my entrance, sinking fully onto him with no warning.
“Fuck,” Trey gasps, and I feel him twitch inside of me. His hot, swollen length fills me. The stretch, the burning; almost makes me come. I grind on him, needing friction as I adjust to the fullness.
“I need to come,” I start riding him, not holding back. We’re both feral with need after so long apart.
Trey doesn’t hesitate or make me wait. He thrusts up into me as he rubs my clit with his thumb.
It doesn’t take long before I come apart, screaming his name so loud I’m sure the front desk will be calling with a noise complaint.
I’m still seeing stars, my pussy fluttering when he flips us. He doesn’t pause—he relentlessly fucks me like he won’t live another minute if he doesn’t bury himself deep into me.
My tits bounce, and I have to throw my arms up to brace myself against the headboard I’m inching closer to.
“I missed the feel of you coming on my dick so much, baby.” He keeps his pace, and it’s pure bliss.
I’m gripping him tighter as erotic, wet, slapping sounds fill the room.
“S–shit, I–I’m going to come again. Come with me,” I beg, but he refuses.
“Not yet, I’ve missed you too much. I want to take my time. I love how you feel when you tremble around me.” He runs his thumb around my dripping entrance before bringing it to my clit.
My inner muscles convulse the moment he presses down. I have no control over the sounds that escape my body when he pinches my clit between his fingers. Shock waves roll through me as I come harder than I ever have. He pulls out, and I squirt onto his dick and stomach. “Oh, Trey—” The sight elicits another wave of pleasure.
“Good girl. Drench me, baby. You’re so sexy.”
My back arches, and I writhe when he slams back into me. I can feel my come coating both of us—the thought of what he made my body do makes me blush. I’ve never come so many times, so quickly.
Trey’s desire is palpable. He grows impossibly hard inside of me, and I know he’s close.
I let go of the headboard and grip my tits. Playing with myself brings me right to the edge of another orgasm.
If he’s about to fall, I’m going with him.
His eyes follow my hands and a low growl slips between his lips.
“Yes, Trey. Right there, fuckyes,” I encourage him.
He fucks me so deep, so hard, I forget to breathe.
“You’re perfect. I wish you could see what I do. Hair wild, perky tits gripped tight, your perfect pink pussy making my cock ache.”
“Do it. Come. Fill me, Trey.”
My words push him over the edge, and he loses the last of his control. He comes with my name on his lips and my pussy fluttering around him with another orgasm.
“I’m not eating that. Get it away from me.” I shove Trey.
He falls back on the bed, laughing. After sex, we showered and ordered food. He’s currently trying to get me to try a fried tomato. It looks and smells disgusting. I refuse.
I push my takeout box to the side and lay down, resting my head in his lap. “I have something I need to tell you. About why I said those things and kicked you out . . .”
“Okay.” He sets down his food, giving me his full attention.
“My dad wasn’t just a drug dealer, he wasthedrug dealer. And outside of drug dealing, he’d been part of an illegal gambling ring and was suspected of committing or hiring people to carry out multiple beatings.”
Trey runs his fingers through my hair, silently supporting me, encouraging me to keep going.
