The Trade(95)

“Cory, I’m coming. Oh Cory, yes, Cory, yes,” she moans, her teeth clenching, her hand trying to push my mouth away. But I keep at it until she’s barely able to control her breath and she’s shaking.

I press a kiss just below her navel, then higher until I reach her breasts. I cup one in my hand, forming a C around her nipple and bringing it to my mouth, where I suck hard and then bite.

“Shit,” she says, wiggling beneath me, her pelvis gliding around my aching cock. “Mark me," she whispers. “I want you with me tomorrow.”

When she says shit like that, it unhinges me. I become brutal with my mouth, sucking her skin into my mouth, bruising it, nipping at it, her moans encouraging me to mark her more until her entire chest is red from my mouth, from my jaw.

I rise along her body until our lips are pressed against each other, and I pry her mouth open with my tongue. Passionately, I dance my tongue across hers, mouths wide, sloppy, and wet. Heat brews between us, the need to be in her claws up my back, and when she reaches down, touching the tip of my cock, I shoot off her and to the nightstand where I undo a condom wrapper, sheath myself, and then return to between her legs while I sit back on my heels.

“Spread your legs wider.” She does and I take the length of my cock and rub it up and down her slit, loving how her neck strains, her jaw clenches, and she reaches up to the pillow where she grips it tightly.

“You’re going to make me come again. I want you inside me.”

“I need to be inside you,” I say out of desperation as I pose my cock at her entrance. I press forward but she’s too fucking tense and I can barely work myself inside, just the tip. “Natalie, beautiful, you need to relax.”

“I . . . I am.”

“You’re not,” I say, pressing my thumb against her clit, which causes her to moan. I slip in a few more inches.

“Oh, shit.” Her eyes widen. “Cory . . .”

I don’t say anything; instead, I massage her clit and with each pass of my thumb, I move deeper inside until I’m just over the halfway mark.

“You’re so big.” She moves her head to the side. “I can’t, Cory.”

“You can. Look at me.” She opens her eyes and I say, “Breathe.” She nods and takes a deep breath, when she releases the air, I scoot in more until I fully insert myself, balls connecting with her backside.

And that’s where I stay for a few beats feeling every goddamn twitch and throb of her pussy contracting around me.

“I’m so full,” she says, looking up in surprise. “I feel like you’re in my throat. I can barely breathe.”

“I’ll take it slow.” But, fucking hell. She feels so fucking good. How am I going to take it slow?

She shakes her head. “No, I need fast. I need the friction.” Thank God.

She shifts and her pussy clenches again. “Oh fuck, Cory, I might come, I can feel it, it’s right there.”

“Me too,” I say, embarrassed, but she’s so tight. I can barely breathe as well.

“Move, make love to me.” And that’s my undoing. She could have said fuck me, but she wants me to make love to her. Leaning forward as her hand presses up against the headboard, I bring my mouth to hers and move my hips in and out.

I cup her cheek.

Then grip her breast.

Rub my thumb over her nipple.

My hips are moving in and out of her, stretching her as her pussy clamps around my cock.

“It’s never been this good,” I say between kisses. “Never felt this amazing.”

“Same,” she gasps in my mouth with my last thrust. “Faster. Please faster.”

I prop one hand on the mattress for leverage, the other hand falls to her hip where my thumb spans across her hipbone, and I thrust. Faster.

The bed rocks.

The headboard slams into the wall.

She cries out.

I groan.

We’re fucking loud, we’re greedy, we’re in the moment, and nothing could stop me from the impending orgasm that climbs up my spine like a shockwave.

“There. I’m fucking there,” I say just as her pussy starts convulsing around me, milking me, squeezing so fucking tight that I nearly go blind with pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Cory,” she yells, her legs clamping around me. There are tears in her voice as she cries out.

A burning sensation coils as my balls tighten, my cock swells, and I come on a roar that rips through my chest and echoes against the walls. I come so hard that I thrust us up against the headboard, our bodies folding to accommodate the pound of my hips as I collapse forward and onto Natalie. Her pussy continues to clench as I feel the remnants of my orgasm spill into the condom.

Mother. Fuck.

Chest heaving, our bodies begging for air, we both lie there, trying to float back from absolute euphoria.

When I said it never felt like that before, has never been that amazing, I was not fucking kidding. It’s never been that good, and I know it’s not just because Natalie has one hell of a pussy. It’s because I’m in love with her. I feel it all the way to the marrow of my bones. I’m in love with her, and nothing is going to change that.

Nothing.

Finally catching my breath, I lift up a few inches to look her in the eyes, and that’s when I see satisfaction written across her face. Smile wide, eyes lazy, totally content. And I was the one who fucking did that.