Page 92 of Stanton Adore

I convulse into the most violent orgasm I have ever experienced, and I fall onto my stomach. He puts his hands under my hips and pulls me up. “Back on your knees,” he snaps. He slowly feeds his thick length into my swollen sex, pulling my hips back onto him. He holds my hips up as he slowly sinks into me. He groans. “You’re such a hot fuck,” he snaps as he slowly pulls out and then slams back into me. “You are so addictive,” he whispers as he repeatedly drives into me. Oh no…can’t be. I start to quiver again.

“Josh, I can’t come again, I…I…it’s too much,” I whimper.

“You can and you will,” he bites out in a husky voice. He reaches around and with precision swipes the tips of his four fingertips over my clitoris and I convulse into another earth-shattering orgasm. I scream into the mattress but before I can relax, he’s pulled out and is around on his knees in front of me. What the fuck?

“Open,” he whispers. I go to speak but, before I can, he has me by the hair, pulling my mouth onto his cock. Holy shit. I’m not sure about this but one look at the arousal level in his eyes has me begging to please him.

“Suck,” he yells. I start to deep-throat his large, engorged cock. I feel so out of control, so unlike me, but I’ve never felt so alive. He pulls back and rides my open mouth as he grips me by the hair.

“Tash, you fuck me so good,” he whispers. “I’m going to blow so hard, baby.”

On the sixth stroke he stills and jerks as he comes in a rush, flooding my mouth with his seed. It hits the back of my throat with such force that my gag reflex kicks in and I automatically retch.

“Swallow,” he whispers as he pants while throwing his head back and gently rubs the back of my head. I nod as I swallow and follow the cleanup with gentle laps. He is gasping for air as he holds my shoulders for balance. Perspiration covers our bodies. My eyes meet his as I rise from my kneeling position and he smiles and falls back onto the bed with his eyes closed, pulling me with him. He kisses my forehead and pulls me into an embrace.

“I fucking adore you.” He smiles.

I smile as I sink into his embrace. “Josh.”

“Mmm, baby,” he answers with his eyes closed.

“You can add porn star to my resume. That was porn-star sex.”

“Hmm.” He smiles with his eyes closed. “That was hot sex and it had my favorite ending.”

I frown. “What do you mean?”

“The happy ending.”

“Doesn’t all sex have a happy ending?”

He shakes his head. “Some endings are happier than others.”

I giggle as I cuddle into him. “Josh, I need a drink and a shower.”

He kisses me on the forehead. “I’ll get the drinks; you run the shower.” I nod as I lean up onto my elbow.

“Leave the soap on the floor,” he smirks.