“Oh god. You have a way with words.” Then my eyes bulge as he lines his dick up with my opening and slowly starts to enter me.
He smirks, and I want to slap it off his face. “You’ll be fine. I’ll go slow.”
Will I be? Because I’m not so sure.
6
Juliette
“My insurance cardis in my bag if I pass out and you need to take me to the hospital,” I tell Harrison, half serious.
He chuckles. “What would I say? Excuse me, doctor, she couldn’t take my giant dick in her tight young pussy.”
“Shut up,” I laugh, whichbarelydistracts the burning pain and pressure radiating through my lower half.
My mouth hangs open, and I squeeze my eyes shut tight. Harrison leans over, stilling inside of me, as the mood changes as he kisses my lips. “Jules, look at me,” he whispers. “I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
“I know,” I kiss him back, and we stay like this in each other’s arms until my body begins to relax.
“Juliette, tu t’en sors bien.” He murmurs, telling me I’m doing great, and it’s the hottest thing listening to him speak to me in French. “Let me in.” He reclaims my lips with a surprising tenderness as he slowly pushes in deep.
He’s patient, gradually pulling out, then in, letting my body adjust with each stroke as I try to control my erratic breathing.When he feels I’m ready, though, it’s game on, and all hell breaks loose.
Pent-up feelings from the last few weeks come out in spades, and we can’t get enough of each other, kissing frantically, sloppy, and oh, it’s so hot. His hips veer back before slamming back into me until his balls hit my backside, then he starts to ride me with punishing thrusts.
“I’ve been dreaming about this tight pussy since the night at the restaurant,” he grinds out, his hooded eyes locked on mine, while he leans back and grabs me behind my knees to spread me out wide.
“Trust me, I’ve been dreaming about it, too. You feel so perfect, Harrison.” I cry out in pleasure.
Something in me has snapped, releasing a side of me I never thought I could show…and tonight, I’m letting it all out.
“Your leg okay?” he grinds out.
“Yes. Shut up about my leg,” I cry.
He reaches around and slaps my ass. “Do not tell me what to do,” then slams in hard and hisses loudly, nearly breaking me in half.
I’ve had sex, I’ve made love, but I’ve never fucked, and I think I’m addicted.
That or I’m already addicted to Harrison, which can’t happen.
“So I shouldn’t tell you to fuck me harder and that you feel so good stretching me wide?” I scream, and his hips take on a mind of their own, hitting just the right spot. Our skin slaps together, and our loud, labored breathing echoes through the room. That alone is enough to set me over the edgeagain.
His eyes squeeze shut while he keeps his demanding pace. “Oh fuuuuuuck,” he moans loudly. “Not yet, fuck, Juliette.”
Seeing him unhinged, knowing I did this to him, is more of a turn-on than anything else.
I clench hard, now pushing him over the edge. I have this innate need to make him come and come hard.
He tips his head back and tightens his jaw before letting go of my legs and falling forward to bite my neck. He slams into me one, two, three more times, then we both scream out together, and I can feel the telling jerk of his cock as it releases.
He falls to the side, picks up my slumped body to lay on his chest, and kisses me affectionately. I break it and snuggle into his neck, knowing we can’t kiss like that if he wants me to leave here without a broken heart.
“And to think…that was round one,” he mumbles as he strokes my hair.
“What?” I snap my head up. The crazy thing is, I can’t tell if he’s joking or not. “My body is out of commission, Harrison. As it is, I won’t be able to walk for a week.”
He chuckles darkly. “And I thought the perk of being with a younger woman was that she would be able to keep up with me.” he yawns, then laughs.
