“That was only two.”
Only two.Like a man getting more than one real orgasm out of a woman isn’t a feat on its own.
Well, for Locke it isn’t.
“That’s two more than I’ve ever had with someone else.”
All my muscles are slack when I see it. The green of his eyes. From emerald to forest.
Locke rolls his neck, grits his teeth, and starts to trace his fingers along the expanse of my body again.
“Boys. You were with boys before me, Rosie. You deserve a man.”
When Locke produces a third orgasm out of me, by doing nothing more than rubbing the head of his cock torturously against my clit, I almost decide to call it a night.
Almost.
I’m not sure if my body can take one more life-altering orgasm at his hands, but I want it. The thick shape of his cock makes my mouth water and my body pulse, and no matter how tired I am, I want Locke in me tonight.
He lets me rest for ten minutes. He patiently waits, like I asked him to, and holds the base of his dick while I catch my breath.
I think we’re both on the edge of bursting by the time I trust my body’s ability to handle whatever it is Locke is about to give me.
“One more.” My voice is more energetic than my body feels, but I’m sure. Even if I ache tomorrow, I want this. “Only one though, no overstimming. I don’t think my body can handle it.”
Instead of taking his place above my body, Locke shifts beside me. Laying down comfortably before he moves me, pushing my back flush to his chest.
His sinister laugh that’s starting to become familiar reappears again. “We’ll work you up to higher numbers, Princess.”
The nickname sends my head back against his shoulder. I try to focus on that, and not his right hand reaching around my hips expertly. Like he’s already memorized every part of me.
“You keep calling me that.”
“I do.” He grabs me, adjusts me exactly where he wants me, and holds my leg open while he settles between my thighs. “You don’t like it?”
“I love it.” It’s never sounded this sweet, or sincere, or heart-pounding. Because when Locke says it, he means it. It makes my head hazy with uncontrollable need. “I want you raw. Don’t put a condom on.”
I feel his chest rumble when he groans. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me, Rosie.”
He’s wrong. I do know. I can feel it. His hard cock rubs against the wet opening of my pussy. It’s the euphoric version of skin against skin, and it’s so close to satisfying the needs that have been built throughout the night.
I nod, urging him to continue, and the thick pressure fills me. My hand finds the hair at the back of his neck and tugs desperately.
It’s only an inch, but it’s so much. So full.
I gasp. “It’s not going to fit.”
His left-hand bends to squeeze my breast and we moan together.
“It’ll fit. We’re gonna make sure it fits, right?”
Locke eases another inch into me and my hips buck down into it.
He’s so big. So impossibly big, crowding the space around me and taking up every spot within me. I don’t know how we’re going to make it work, but we will. I crave it.
“More.” I manage to spit out. “Fuck me, Locke. Please.”
He grunts and pushes another inch into me. Then another. And another. Waiting in between for a reaction other than blissful moans and fucked-out requests for more. All I give him is desperation, until he’s pushed his way completely into me. I’m stretched so full, it’s teetering between painful and delicious. My muscles throb where his dick stays seated inside me.
