Page 64 of Miss Belief

“Did you need me to help you put it on?”

“No, because first I have some making up to do.” I climbed into the bed, settling her beside me.

“Making up?”

My hands skimmed down her side, my fingers splaying over her stomach as I marveled at the flawlessness of her luminous skin. “Mm, you have the most incredible body I’ve ever seen, and yet I hardly paid it enough attention. I intend to spend some time worshiping it now.”

I dipped my head to take one of her hardened nipples into my mouth, using the other hand to cup and squeeze her other breast. “At some point I plan to slide my cock between these beauties and fuck your mouth.”

Her eyes went wide. Oh, crap, was she offended by my frank talk? But then she rose up and took my lips in what could only be described as the most passionate kiss I’d ever received.

My tongue tangled with hers, wanting nothing more than to prolong this moment.

But she wasn’t having it. “This may surprise you, but I’m not a very patient person.”

My grin was back. Since when had sex been such an incredible combination of playful and sexy? It was everything I never knew I’d been missing.

“What are you impatient for?”

“I need you inside of me.”

I’d have to take a rain check on exploring her body because my control was hanging by a thread. “Let me get the condom on.”

It took me a few seconds to wrap up and position myself between her legs. I notched the head against her opening, sliding in slowly, letting her accommodate to my size. “You okay?”

“Yes. More, please.”

Whew. Because holding still was torture. I pushed in deeper, paying attention to her face and the perfect O her lips were making at the sensation.

“You feel incredible.”

“That mean I can push in further?”

“There’s more?” she squeaked, making me grin and blush at the same time.

“I can stop here.” It would be torture, but I’d do it.

“Hell no, give it to me. All of it.”

Thank God. I pushed in slowly in case she was in pain, but I didn’t see any signs of it. Just when I was about to check in with her, she wrapped her long legs around my waist to pull me into her. The sensation caused my mind to go blank. The feeling of her tight, wet pussy stripped away all other memories of sex before her.

When her hands slid up my back, and her nails dug in, I had to move.

“It’s so good,” she groaned, taking my lips in a punishing kiss.

I needed her to come again. To see the satisfaction on her face as she milked my cock. Putting my hands under her ass, I lifted her hips up and drove into her hard and deep. She held on, meeting my thrusts in perfect rhythm.

She was loud, aggressive, and incredibly responsive. It was as if she’d taken sex, and dialed it up to ten. Her inner muscles clamped down, and she came with spectacular force.

My climax closely followed, the power of which nearly took my breath away.