Bedwrecker(77)

I turn back to catch his gaze. “I always am when you touch me.”

“Oh, God, Maggie, feel what you do to me.” He rubs the head of his huge erection between my cheeks over and over.

And God help me, I call out, the feeling of his pulsing cock already so good.

Soon, he’s all I can feel everywhere. Dragging his cock from my pussy upward, circling the puckered area, rubbing his tip right there, driving me crazy.

Sensation overload strikes hard and I find myself quivering from head to toe.

“Keen,” I moan. The anticipation is killing me, the feel of him so close, but so far.

So possessively, he strokes a hand down my back and then around to my clit. His other hand is on his cock and he continues to tease me right there. “You sure about this?” he asks.

“Yes!” I cry out. “Yes.”

It’s only then that he finally reaches over to the night table. I hear a tear of the condom.

“I thought you said no more condoms?”

“Oh, baby, you have so much to learn.”

Normally, I’d be insulted. Sex has never been anything I needed a lesson on, but this . . . I admit, I only know what I’ve read, so I say nothing, just wait in anticipation while he rolls the condom on and reaches for the tube of lube we purchased yesterday.

Yes, we’ve discussed doing this over and over for the past three nights. Him wondering if I’m ready. Me telling him very confidently that I absolutely am, when in fact, I’m a little nervous.

It happens so fast—opening the tube, applying the lube, tossing the condom wrapper and the tube aside. And then he’s back, and he’s sweeping a hand up to one of my breasts, pinching the sensitive tip of my nipple, while his other hand works my clit. Arrows of pleasure go straight through me, all the way to the place his cocking is waiting to penetrate.

“Do it, Keen,” I gasp.

His answering murmur is followed by the movement of his hand from my breast back to his cock. A quick drag across my pussy one more time to assure we’re both wet enough and then he presses his thumb into me, something he’s done a few times over the past couple of days.

The anticipation is too much for me to wait any longer. “Keen, please,” I call out.

And then . . . and then . . . he does. His long, thick cock is pushing into me, and I can feel it, and it does in fact hurt a little bit, just like I’d read.

“Push back against me,” he murmurs.

I do.

“Oh fuck, that’s it, Maggie, that’s it.”

And that is it. Oh my God. His hand is on my clit. His cock right where I want it to be. “Oh my God, Keen!” I scream and scream and scream as he stretches me. It should be painful, and yet the pleasure is far too great.

His teeth scrape over my shoulder, up the nape of my neck, to my shoulder. Biting and sucking, groaning and hissing, this is the most primal act I have ever participated in, and never have I felt this way.

I need more.

Want more.

And as if he can read my mind, he grabs my hips and eases back, and then slowly thrusting inside me, he starts up a slow, steady rhythm.

Unable to stand the slow pace, I’m completely unraveling. I push my body back, trying to increase the pace. Slow and steady is not what I want. Hard and fast. Please give me hard and fast.

Refusing to increase his pace, his gentle manner is pissing me off.

I need more.

Want more.

“Please, Keen. Move. Harder. Faster!” I cry out.

And then finally he does. Keen pumps into me, hard and fast, and his hand reaches around my front again to stroke my clit. It doesn’t take much to get me off now. His fingertips roll my clit in time to his thrusts, and my pleasure is a spring coiling tight.

Oh God.

His teeth on my shoulder.

His fingers on my clit.

His cock is right where we’ve both talked about it being.

And then it’s like a bright light blinds me and I have to squeeze my eyes shut. I’m coming with a cry like that of a warrior going out to battle.

Hard and fast.

All-consuming.

Like nothing exists in this world but a brightness I can’t quite name.

And I’m climbing higher and higher and higher still.

My orgasm is brutal. It breaks me open and puts me back together, and I’m left panting, and blinking away stars.

When my body stills, Keen pulls completely out of me and flips me over, yanking me by the ankles to the edge of the bed.

“What are you doing?” I pant.

I see him yanking off his condom, but it’s a blur as to what he does with it because before I know it, he’s bare and his big, callused hands are spreading my thighs wide and he’s thrusting his cock into my pussy. His cock filling me in a way it never could in the other place. “I need to feel you like this. And I want to see you when you come.”