Page 42 of Be My Summer

“Spuh.”

I flinched as I felt saliva crash into my wetness.

“Ah.”

Then, there was skin. The skin of Saul’s precious piece.

Backward.

He slid up and down my slit, extracting my natural filling.

“Ummmm.”

His girth was commanding. My clit was at attention as he swiped it one time after another.

Backward.

“Saul.”

Unannounced, he entered my gates. His intrusion was swift but slow. Anticipated but unexpected. Intense but merciful. Disruptive but serene.

“Uhhhh.”

Backward.

He felt divine. He filled me so easily, pushing me to the brinks of delirium.

I opened my eyes, facing the city of Tribecca. Its beauty was breathtaking. So were the strokes that Saul managed. Everything about the moment was surreal.

I leaned forward, attempting to alleviate the pain of his presence. He was touching parts of me that had never been touched. Discovering parts of me that had gone undiscovered.

“Un Un, Summer. You’ve got it. You’re a very big girl, love.”

“Saul.”

His strokes intensified as he lifted me by the neck. His lips touched my ear.

WHAP.

WHAP.

WHAP.

Our skin collided as he thrusted forward, deepening our connection with each blow to my backside.

“Sau…”

He felt so good to me. Inside of me. Next to me. Near me. Surrounding me.

“Take this dick, baby. Okay?”

“Uhhhhh–”

“For me, Summer. Take this motherfucker. Okay?”

“Okay.”

He pushed my body forward, again, bending me back over. This time, I planted my feet firmly and pushed against the window. I was standing my ground and so was Saul. I accepted everything he was offering me.