Part 33 (1/2)

As he moved in and out of me, he lifted my dress over my head before throwing the frock aside. There was something so s.e.xy about being completely naked while he was still fully clothed. His pants were hanging halfway down his legs, and his belt buckle clanked as he pounded into me.

I could see our reflection in the window. He was looking down at my a.s.s the entire time, mesmerized as he watched our bodies joined together. He wouldn't take his eyes off of it. His palm was firmly planted on my a.s.s cheek to guide the movements of his thrusts, his nails inadvertently digging into my skin.

He began to suck on his finger, and before I could wonder what he was doing, I felt it inside of my a.s.s as he continued to penetrate me with his c.o.c.k at the same time. No one had ever done that to me before, and while his finger there felt foreign, the pleasure derived from the double penetration was incredible.

He pushed it inside slowly until it was all the way in. I let out a long breath.

”You like that, huh? When we have more time, we'll try it the other way around. I want to f.u.c.k that a.s.s so badly. But we need time for that.”

I simply moaned in agreement, too turned on by what he was doing to form words.

He pulled his finger out. He was now holding onto my a.s.s with both hands, spreading it apart with his thumbs as he f.u.c.ked me harder and faster.

”I love the way your a.s.s jiggles when I'm pounding into it.” He slapped me. ”f.u.c.king beautiful.”

My muscles tightened every time he'd open his mouth. I'd always loved to be talked to during s.e.x, but his dirty, gravelly voice was the s.e.xiest I'd ever heard. Every single time he'd speak, my muscles would spasm.

”Tighten against my c.o.c.k like that again.”

I clenched around him.

”f.u.c.k. That feels good,” he growled. ”I want you to do that when I'm coming inside you.”

I wanted him to spank me again. I never imagined the pressure of his hand would feel so good; but it did.

What was happening to me?

My voice was throaty when I said, ”Slap my a.s.s again.”

He obliged, and when he struck me this time, the sting of his hand was perfect.

Everything about this experience was unlike anything I'd ever felt before from the skin to skin contact, to the forceful way he f.u.c.ked me. He'd broken through a barrier of pleasure that I didn't know I was capable of feeling. I didn't know how I was going to live without this now that I knew what it was like.

I could feel his body trembling at my back. ”I need to come. Tell me when you're close,” he said into my ear.

I watched his face in the reflection and now, instead of looking down, he was looking straight at my face.

”I'm coming,” I said as I tightened my muscles like he'd wanted.

”f.u.c.k. Oh G.o.d, Amelia. That feels...oh s.h.i.+t...I'm coming,” he groaned out then muttered low,” Yeah, baby. I'm coming. So good. So f.u.c.king good.”

Warm c.u.m filled me as I continued to squeeze around his c.o.c.k. Justin stayed inside of me, f.u.c.king me slowly long after he came, kissing my back softly.

”s.h.i.+t. I don't know what that is that you do when you tense your p.u.s.s.y around me, but I'm going to be jerking off to it for the next four months.”

”What was that we just did?” I asked facetiously. ”That didn't feel like just s.e.x. That was far too incredible.”

”That was a decade's worth of frustration barreling out of me, baby.”

”You're so good, Justin. It was worth the wait.”

He slowly pulled out of me and turned me around, planting a firm kiss on my lips. ”We have forty minutes.”

”What are we gonna do?”

”I need you again.”

My eyes widened. ”Can you go again so soon?”

”With you? I could go all night. No one's ever made me lose control like that. That's how it should feel every single d.a.m.n time, like it's all that matters in the world. I couldn't give a s.h.i.+t if the world is crumbling around me when I'm inside of you.”

We smiled at each other, and the streetlights from outside s.h.i.+ned into his beautiful blue eyes. Forty minutes wasn't long enough. To squelch the dread creeping in, I took off his s.h.i.+rt and began to kiss his chest softly.

”This time is gonna be different, okay?” he said.

I simply nodded, anxiously awaiting his direction. He stripped out of his underwear, and I could see his d.i.c.k was still gloriously hard, glistening with arousal.

”Lie down, Amelia.”

Admiring his chiseled body, I lay on the bed and backed up against the headboard.

When he turned on the small desk lamp, I asked, ”What are you doing?”

”I want to look at you for a while. Is that okay?”

I nodded. ”Yes.”

”Spread your legs apart,” he demanded.

Justin kneeled at the foot of the bed as he took in the sight of me.

”So s.e.xy...seeing you wide open like that with my c.u.m dripping out of you. f.u.c.k, Amelia,” he breathed out as he started to jerk himself off. He looked down at his engorged shaft. ”I'm ready to go again. This is f.u.c.king crazy.”

”We don't have a lot of time. I need you inside of me again.”

”Touch yourself for a little bit.”

I positioned my fingertips at my c.l.i.t and began to circle them around. The room was so quiet except for the slick sound of his c.o.c.k moving against his hand.

”Open wider, Amelia.”

Spreading my knees further apart, I had to curb the need to come.

”You ready?” he asked.

”Yes,” I whispered.

This time when he sunk into me, it was slow and controlled. He stopped when he was fully inside and just stayed there without moving for a while.