Kiss and Don't Tell(89)

“That’s kind of a big ask. Are you sure you want me to stay with you?”

He chuckles. “I wanted you to stay with me before I showed up in your room. After what we just did, I’m not sure you have much of a choice.”

My body is thinking the same thing—not sure I’ve much choice after the two orgasms he just gave me.

I drag the tip of my finger over his lips. “You know, I didn’t think sex could ever be like that. So consuming and carnal. I didn’t think I could get enough of you.”

“I sure as hell didn’t get enough.” He kisses my lips softly. “And I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard, Winnie.”

Shyly, I ask, “You’re not just saying that? I mean, I know you probably have more experience than me, so I wasn’t sure—”

“I wouldn’t lie about shit like that. Your pussy is fucking magic.”

I laugh. “Maybe it was all that spanking . . . my pussy needed a good lesson on sex etiquette.”

“Nah, you knew exactly what you were doing and you had me coming a lot sooner than I wanted.”

“You wanted to last longer than that?” I ask in surprise.

“Fuck yeah. Babe”—he looks at me, and God, I love that little nickname—“the longer I could keep driving into your tight cunt, the better. You have no idea how it felt being inside you, as if your pussy was made for me.”

My cheeks flame.

“But since it was that good, I had no chance at lasting.” He scratches the side of his face. “Kind of embarrassing.”

“Maybe you can try harder next time, then,” I tease. And I am teasing. I’ve only ever been with Josh, and he never lasted as long as Pacey just did. And Pacey thought that was embarrassing.

“When I get feeling back in my legs, I fucking will.” He settles back down on the pillow and hugs me close. “Damn, Winnie, you’ve fucking rocked my world.”

I could say the same exact thing about him.





Chapter Nineteen





PACEY





“Hey, gorgeous,” I say, as the shower water sprays off my back.

Naked and fresh from bed, Winnie steps into the shower with me and presses her hands to my chest. Her hair is a complete mess. Sometime during the night, she took her braids out, and I ended up driving my fingers through her hair and pulling on it as I fucked her from behind again.

My new favorite position of all time, now.

She has the perfect ass, and all I want to do is stare at it while I drive into her over and over again.

Fuck, and the way she moans when she’s almost ready to come drives me crazy. Don’t even get me started on her pussy. I wasn’t lying when I said it was magic. Whatever Josh was doing, he needs to learn a goddamn lesson about appreciating what he has when he has it. Now that I have Winnie, there’s no way in hell I’m losing her.

She leans in and kisses my chest without saying a word as her fingers play with my chest hair.

I had her three times last night, and it wasn’t enough. And seeing her in the shower with me, drops of water cascading down her naked tits . . . yup, I’m already fucking hard and she knows it. She smirks at me and her hand falls to my cock.

“Jesus, yes,” I mumble as she strokes my length.

“How can you be hard again?”

“How can I not be when you walk into my shower?” I suck in a hiss as she drops to her knees and places her hands on my thighs. “Fuck, or when you’re naked.”

She moves her hands inward, and then she pushes her hair to the side as she presses the flat of her tongue against the underside of my cock.

This is one thing we haven’t done yet and one thing I’m totally interested in. She kept saying she wanted to taste me, she wanted me in her mouth, but I couldn’t allow myself that pleasure when I needed her pussy over and over again. More than that, I wanted to pleasure her. I’m not and never have been a selfish lover, but I wanted Winnie to know how much she deserves to be satisfied during sex. She has to come first, in every way, as far as I’m concerned. So, that’s what I made sure happened.

Seems as though she has different plans right now.

I brace one hand against the tiled wall as she brings her mouth all the way to my tip and then sucks in the rim, and that’s where she stays, twisting, sucking, lapping with her tongue. Her movements are making me as hard as stone, and the way she looks up at me with those mysterious eyes makes me want to come violently in her mouth so I can watch her swallow every last drop of my cum.

“So fucking good,” I mumble as I attempt to thrust my cock farther in her mouth, but she doesn’t let me. Instead, she removes her mouth and snakes her hand between my legs, where she cups my balls and rolls them in her palm.

“Hell . . . ” My head drops forward and I spread my legs wider, giving her more access. Her hand plays with my balls gently, moving back and forth, farther . . . and farther.

My cock bobs as she plays dangerously close to my backside.

I spread my legs even wider, encouraging her.

I’m frustrated when she brings her mouth back to my cock, sucking me in deeper this time, but her hand never releases my balls. Her mouth drives deeper until I hit the back of her throat.

“Yes, baby.”