Page 164 of Filthy Beautiful


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“You want more?”

“Yeah. I want more.”

He reached down and grabbed my hips, lifting my butt off the bed a bit and angling my hips so that he rubbed against me better, every time he thrust in—and kind of churned his hips against me.

Holy God… That was…

“Better?”

“How do you do that? Holy shit, you’re good at that.”

“Mmm. Glad you like it…”

“I love it. Don’t stop.”

“I love the way you feel…”

“Yeah?”

“I love that this is the first cock you’ve ever had in your body.”

Okay, that was dirty.

“You do…?”

“It fucking turns me on.”

Then suddenly he pulled himself upright, dragging me with him by the hips. My shoulders were still on the bed, my back arched, and he shoved his knees further under my thighs. He knelt there on his spread knees, with my legs around him, his dick in me. I just lay there, spread wide, with my hips propped up on his thighs.

“What are you doing…?” I protested, reaching for him. “Don’t stop.”

He just pressed his hand low on my belly and rubbed my clit with his thumb. “I’m gonna make you come,” he said. “I want you to feel my cock inside you when you go off. Just get used to this feeling…”

Oh…yeah. I could get used to this.

I could feel him seated deep inside me. The pleasure built beneath his thumb, fast—and it really didn’t take long to get there, with him looking at me like that. I could feel my body gripping his dick as the pleasure suddenly peaked, tearing through me. I gasped and kinda thrashed around as my pussy squeezed him.

“There you go, baby,” he murmured. “Yeah… good girl.”

I cried out as the pleasure rippled through my body. But I couldn’t see. It was all just a blur of light and dark… And his body above mine.

His eyes on mine…

That was all I could see.

Him.

He kept rubbing my clit until the little bursts of pleasure faded and I went all limp.

Then he pulled out.

“What…?!” I protested.

He chuckled. “I don’t want to make you too sore,” he said, shifting to lie beside me. He lay on his side, facing me.

I groaned helplessly. “I’m already sore.”

“Touch me,” he said. Then he took my hand in his and laid it on his hard dick. He’d already peeled off the condom.