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He pulls away from me completely, and I’m desperate as I reach my fingers down between my legs to rub some relief onto my clit. He catches me as he grabs the box of condoms, and he stops, shifting back to take my hand away from what I’m doing.
He raises a brow at me, his grip firm on my wrist. “That’s my job.”
“Hurry,” I sob, even more desperate than I realized.
He wastes no time fishing a condom out of the box, pulling off his briefs, tearing the packet, and rolling it on.
I take the time to appreciate the full naked body of Spencer Nash for the very first time.
His cock is pointed straight up, and it’s huge. Way bigger than the other two I was with, but not so big that I’m intimidated by it.
Okay, well…maybe a little.
He’s packing some heat there, that’s for sure, but I’m so lost in lust that I can’t quite comprehend much of anything at the moment other than I need to know exactly what that feels like inside of me.
His gaze meets my eyes, and he runs a fingertip along my jawline before his finger moves up to my lips. He pushes the finger into my mouth, and I wrap both my hands around his one hand as I suck on his finger.
“Fuck, Grace. Someday, I’m going to fuck your mouth. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow. But right now, it’s your cunt I’m after.”
With those words, he pushes my shoulder back and pulls his finger from my mouth. I settle back onto the bed, and he remains standing as I wrap my legs around his waist. He grips onto his dick and strokes it a few times, and then he slides it through my slit. His eyes meet mine as he lines himself up and pushes into me for the very first time, and I close my eyes as my head rolls back.
Holy hell.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans as he seats himself in as deeply as he can go.
It’s pure, unadulterated perfection as my body adjusts to his size and he starts to move.
“Jesus, that’s so tight,” he curses, and it’s true. I’m so wet for him that he glides easily in and out, and I keep my legs wrapped around his waist as he drives into me. I grip the sheets again, my body tightening everywhere, and he leans forward and grips onto my breasts, massaging them as he thrusts into me over and over.
It feels so good. He feels so good.
I open my eyes to see him staring at me, wonder and a bit of awe in his eyes amid tenderness, even though he’s pounding into me like he can’t fuck me hard enough or fast enough. It’s somehow gentle and rough at the same time, and the answer to my earlier question about how he fucks?
Perfection.
Complete and total perfection, as if our two bodies were put on this planet solely to find each other and do this.
The connection between us is strong enough that I can feel my orgasm looming closer and closer.
“Oh, God, Spencer,” I yell. He keeps going. “You feel so good,” I moan.
He leans down, and I feel the heat of his body over me as his lips find my neck. I dig my feet into his ass to urge him to keep going, and he’s panting when his voice moves toward my ear. “I love hearing the sounds you make while I’m fucking you.”
His thrusts somehow pick up speed and intensity, and I start to scream. “Oh God, oh God, oh God!” He slaps a hand over my mouth at the third oh God, and he leans forward as he continues his drives into me.
“Shh,” he warns, his voice breathless close to my ear. “They’ll hear us.”
It’s only then that I notice the music that was pounding outside has come to a stop. Someone is saying something—the best man’s speech, maybe, or the maid of honor’s. Or maybe it’s a prayer, and I’m up here praying, too, as I just screamed, “OhGodOhGodOhGod,” over and over.
“This pussy is fucking addicting. You are fucking addicting.” His lips land on my neck again.
The thought that what we’re doing up here in private during a party going on downstairs collides with Spencer hitting that spot inside me that’s pure magic. His hand is still over my mouth, and something about that is really hot.
Like…insanely hot.
So hot that I start to come. I thrash wildly as my body takes control, and he wrings every last drop of pleasure out of me, pounding into me over and over with the force of his hand on my mouth not allowing me to scream through the pleasure the way I need to.
“Fuck, Grace,” he mutters, letting up his grip on my mouth. He shakes out his hand. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. You’re going to make me come so fucking hard.” He growls out the last part of his words, and then he shoves up a little harder into me as I feel him start to let go. His mouth finds mine again as he releases into me with a series of grunts, and he shoves hard and stays seated there a few beats as his release draws to an epic and sensual end.
