Page 34 of Break Me Gently

Her tight little pussy clenched around me before easing off again. I continued forward, feeling every inch of myself sinking deeper as she spread herself open for me.

“Yes,” she hissed, gripping the bed.

I raised myself off her back and gripped a handful of her ass cheek like a handle.

“Lower coefficient of friction than I expected,” I said, sinking deeper with each measured thrust. “You’re taking me easier than last time.”

I used my grip to move her on and off my cock, watching as she coated me with her arousal—the way her pussy clung to my girth as I pulled her off. The sight was better than what I’d imagined, better than everything I’d been fantasising about.

“Depth increasing. Displacement… significant,” I groaned against her ear, my voice fraying at the edges of my own control.

She began to whimper and tried to push back, but my grip on her ass made it impossible.

“Not yet.”

She groaned.

“Your accommodation is impressive,” I rasped, finally bottoming out, “for someone new to this.”

“Oh, Zach. Yes.”

I could map the exact moment resistance gave way to accommodation. Every single time, she stretched perfectly around me, like her body had been built for this. For me.

“Fuck the terminology,” I growled, abandoning all pretence of clinical detachment as I drove deeper. “You feel too good for me to keep explaining it.”

I’d meant to stay composed. Some scientific distance to hide behind. But watching her come apart beneath me, feeling her body clench and pull me deeper, I lost every technical word I knew.

I used my grip on her, pulling her back to meet each thrust until her head shifted up and down the pillow, until she accepted each deep plunge of my cock. Her head was turned to the side, and I could see the grimace of pain and need—the friction and power she needed inside her hungry little cunt.

I continued to snap my hips back and forth. My balls swung and slapped against her flesh, hot and wet. I fucked her deep and hard, slow and fast, watching and feeling her around me.

“My good little fuck puppet, soaking my balls,” I growled, before I began to hammer into her.

Her pussy began to ripple around me as she came. Her ragged pants turned to moans and grunts. I grabbed her waist and pounded in and out of her until my balls tightened. Just as her muscles clamped down on me, my cock jerked and twitched as my cum shot out. I clenched my jaw to stop myself from shouting her name, while she milked every last drop of me, claiming it all.

As she should.

It was finally where it belonged.

I pushed her down and lay buried inside her, covering her back, my face buried in her thick curls.

“Textbook results,” I said, still catching my breath, brushing sweat-damp hair from her nape. “A+ performance.”

I kissed her shoulder, then her neck.

Amber was the one for me. This time apart, and tonight, was proof even I couldn’t ignore.

“Mine or yours?” she sighed.

“Mine, of course. I did all the hard work. You get an A for effort, though.”

She turned to look at me with those soft blue eyes.

“I demand a rematch.”

“You’d better get down there, then. Lick me clean and get me hard.”

Her pupils dilated, and I felt her pussy tighten around me before she relaxed again. We only had a few nights together, and I intended to make the most of them before I returned to my empty apartment.