Rock All Night(53)

But he didn’t.

He pulled back and just grazed his tongue across my sopping wet lips.

“Please!”

“Please what?” he whispered, his eyes never leaving mine as his tongue just barely – barely – parted my folds, just lightly touching a millimeter inside me.

I pressed my hips upward, trying desperately to get him inside me, but he moved with me, and his tongue traveled up and lightly glanced off my clit, which set off a whole other bunch of frustrated sexual fireworks inside me.

“PLEASE,” I begged him, almost crying now.

“You still haven’t told me what you want,” he growled, right before he let his tongue slide all the way from the bottom of my * to the very top, lifting wetly away from my skin just before he touched my clit.

I was writhing in agony. “Please… f*ck me…”

“With my cock?” he whispered.

“Yes…” I moaned. “Fuck me with your cock…”

God, I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth.

I had never said anything like that with my exes.

Of course, they’d never made me feel like this, either.

“I’m not going to f*ck you with my cock yet,” he said. “But… I’ll f*ck you with my tongue.”

And then he slid inside me.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

The anticipation – the build-up – the tension – the whole frustrating, mind-bending way he made me need him, like a junkie needs heroin –

It all paid off in that first golden instant as his tongue parted my lips and filled me up.

I gasped as I felt the soft wetness inside me, moving inside me, stroking inches along my inner wall. I cried out as his lips enveloped my *, and I felt him sink deeper inside me, his tongue stroking me, his mouth sucking lightly, his lips caressing every part of me they could touch.

Then his tongue slid out of me, wet and languid and hot and slick, and sloooowly played over my clit, stroking it, sucking it, licking it, massaging it, tickling it, seducing it.

I came.

BOOM.

Just like that.

“FuuuuuuUUUUUCCCK,” I moaned, my voice rising to a crescendo as my entire body tensed and arched and exploded in hot wet fireworks inside.

He eased up on the pressure, and I shuddered, contractions rippling through my belly, slowly abating, until I was lying there panting, looking down into his eyes.

“Oh my God,” I whispered joyfully, and ran one hand through my hair. “Oh my God.”

He smiled between my legs, looking up at me. “Hey, Kaitlyn?”

“…yeah?”

“Are you multiply orgasmic?”

“…um… I don’t know… I don’t think so…”

“Well, we’re going to have to fix that,” he said roguishly, and got up on his hands and knees.

Between his legs, I could see a thick, long shape bobbing as he moved, and I thought, Yeah, okay, maybe I am. Or could be.

I definitely WANT to be, that’s for goddamn sure.





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He crawled up over my body, and I felt his muscled thighs brush against mine. The mattress indented when he braced his arms on either side my body, and I could feel his forearms touch the sides of my breasts.

I put my hand on the back of his massive arm. His muscles were so hard and firm, it took me by surprise.

Something else was hard and firm, too.

His cock brushed against my *, and I could feel his skin against mine, the cloying pull as his and my wetness met – wet, hot, sticky – and then he pulled away.

It was hard as rock, but clothed in soft, satiny skin.

And just like that, I was ready to go again.

He kissed me on the mouth, and I felt his lower body shift, and then there was a wonderful, throbbing, amazing pressure just about to part me –

“Condom,” I whispered.

He paused, and I could tell he was disappointed.

I remembered what he had said in the showers:

I get tested now, once a month. And I’m totally clean, by the way.

I was actually on birth control. I could have let him.

But I also remembered all those pictures of him on Facebook, with club girls hanging all over him.

And much as I would have liked to, I hadn’t completely forgotten all those half-naked women from last night.

Even if he hadn’t slept with them… there had been others.

“Condom,” I insisted.

“Okay,” he agreed, and got up from the bed.

I watched him bend over, and enjoyed the view of that spectacular ass as he pulled his jeans off the floor and fished out a foil packet.

He tore it, pulled out the latex circle, pinched the end, and began rolling to down his length.

God it turned me on, watching him roll that rubber down the length of his cock.

When it was on, he got back on the bed in the position from before, his arms braced by my breasts, his thighs inside mine.

“Okay?” he asked.

In answer, I spread my legs as wide as I could for him.

“I want you inside me,” I whispered.





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Short of an orgasm, I don’t think I’d felt anything that good my entire life.