Right Man, Right Time (The Vancouver Agitators, #3)(102)

“Fuck, this pretty pink hole is so goddamn tight.” I pause, catching my breath. “Babe . . .”

She feels like a virgin. I can barely get myself inside.

“I need you to relax.”

“I am relaxed,” she says. “Just push, Silas. I’m fine, I promise.”

Gritting my teeth, I push in harder and slide in a few inches. “Mother . . . fucker,” I grind out, my cock ready to explode from how tight and warm she is.

“More,” she says, bucking her hips against me.

I can’t deny her what she wants, so I push deeper into her until I bottom out, fully inside.

“Jesus, are you okay?” I ask, feeling lightheaded, fucking dizzy from the grip she has on me.

“I’m so perfect,” she answers and starts moving her hips.

“Babe, don’t move. Please . . . fuck.” She moves her pelvis, and I match the thrust because I’m so desperate for the warmth, for the friction. “I won’t last.”

Nope.

I’m going to come in less than thirty seconds.

“I’m sorry,” I say as I grip her hips and start pumping. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” I can’t control myself. I can’t stop. I pump harder and harder, thrusting so fast that I start to black out. The grip her pussy has on my cock is so intense that I can’t fucking see straight.

I lose all sense of everything around me. All I seek is my pleasure. This release I need.

I thrust.

Over.

And over.

And over again.

I’m pounding so hard, and our skin slaps together so loud, I swear to God my neighbors can hear us.

“I’m there, oh shit, I’m right there,” I groan. Blackness crowds my vision, a rocket of pleasure shoots right up my spine and explodes straight out of my cock. “Uhhhhhh, fuuuuuuck.” I still, holding her hips. I come inside her, just as her pussy spasms around me, and she comes for the third time, making my orgasm last longer. I can’t fucking breathe.

I fall off to the side and feel my chest heave as I try to catch my breath. Slowly, my vision comes back just in time to see Ollie lying on top of me. My hands go around her, and I pull her in tight.

“Never in my life have I ever come that hard,” I say.

“Me . . . neither. Or that much.” She kisses my chin and then my cheek, my nose, and then my mouth. I part my lips and allow her to make out with me for a few seconds before she releases me and rests her head on my chest. “Silas?”

“Hmm?” I ask, stroking her back.

“I think you just ruined me for all men.”

“Good.” And then I add, “See what happens when you fuck a real man?”

She chuckles. “I can admit when I’ve been proven wrong. Dating an older man is so much better.”

“Damn right, babe.”





“Are you really cooking me breakfast, or am I imagining this?” Ollie asks, coming up behind me and kissing my bare back while her hands rest on my hips.

“I hope you like omelets.”

“Love them,” she says as I turn off the stovetop and turn to face her.

She’s wearing one of my shirts, and it looks so good on her. I truly wonder how I got this lucky to call her mine.

I lift her chin up and say, “Morning.”

“Good morning.” Her hands go around me and dip under the waistband of my briefs, where she grips my ass.

“You’re going to make me hard.”

“Good.”

“Breakfast first, then I’ll fuck you.”

“Fine, but eat fast.”

I chuckle and then remove her hands from my ass. “Grab us coffee from the pot.”

She looks over at the coffee maker and says, “For a man who has all this money, I’m surprised you don’t have a fancier machine.”

“No need when I like it black,” I answer. “Don’t worry, there’s creamer and shit in the fridge for you.”

“Aw, did you get that just for me?”

“I did,” I answer.

She pulls two mugs off the tree mug stand next to the coffee maker and then fills them up. She then goes to the fridge, where she pauses for a moment. “Silas, there are five different creamers in here.”

“I didn’t know what you would like.”

“When did you get them?”

“This morning,” I answer as I put the very large omelet on the plate and then split it in half. I serve her the other half and then grab the whole wheat toast from the toaster and spread butter over both slices. Together, we take the plates, silverware, and cups to the table. I sit and then tug on her hand to sit on my lap.

“You know, there is a perfectly good chair right over there,” she says as I kiss her neck.

“I know, but I’ve been jealous of watching my friends sit with their girls like this. It’s my fucking turn.”

She loops her arm around my shoulders and kisses my cheek. “That’s actually really cute.”

I smooth my hand over her thigh and pick up my fork. “You know, I don’t think I ever thanked you.”

“For what? Making you blackout when I sucked you off last night?”

I lightly laugh. “No, not that, but this mouth”—I lightly kiss her—“it’s fucking sinful.”