Page 30 of Split You Open

“That’s my good girl.”

I can’t hold out any longer.

I slam into Blair, bottoming out with a hard thrust. Her cry is mimicked by my own. Her pussy grips around me so tight that I’m almost afraid to pull out in fear that I’ll actually hurt her.

But goddamn it… Blair’s so warm and wet.

It’s been a long fucking time since I’ve been with anyone other than Santi. Vaguely, I remember how good it felt to sink into a woman’s pussy, but none have ever felt this good. This moment, this feeling, the connection between us—it’s transcendent. I can hardly breathe. All that can compare this to is my time with Santiago. Even then I’ve been holding back, trying hard not to feel.

I’ll never hold back with him again.

And once we’re together again, we’ll experience this bliss with Blair. Together.

“You feel so, so damn good, Blair,” I tell her on a moan as I pull out of her slowly.

The wet sounds that follow the progression of my cock are beautiful. Blair lets out a breathy moan of pleasure.

“Holy shit… I can feel them rolling against me,” Blair rasps out. “Ohmygod!”

Her pussy grips me tighter.

“Told you you’d enjoy them,” I tease as I thrust back into her body. Blair nods frantically, biting her bottom lip as I pull back out. “That’s right, they feel good, don’t they?”

She nods again and adds, “You feel good, Rhett.”

I groan as I slam back into her pussy. Blair’s cry of ecstasy is so fucking pretty. When I pull out, I growl in pleasure as my balls tingle and pleasure’s ghostly touch dances up my spine.

I thrust into her hard and rough, jostling her body. Blair cries out but her hips arch upward, seeking more. I pull out slowly once more. Then thrust into her hard again. Each time I pull out, I slam in harder. My pace quickens as the pleasure I’ve been denying myself, in lieu of forcing Blair to find hers over and over again, demands to be released.

Her body inches up the bed as I thrust harder and harder into her.

Blair cries out. Her body leaks around my cock as her tits jiggle and her cries become wails. She’s so fucking beautiful like this. I watch as my cock slides in and out of her. I’m going to cum, I can feel the sensation building quickly.

Knowing I don’t have much longer, I spit. The saliva drips from my lips and lands on Blair’s clit. Reaching down, I toy with her swollen clit. It throbs under my fingers. I know she’s going to be sore but…

“You’re giving me one more, Blair,” I growl out.

She cries out in protest, but her body is absolutely onboard. Her pussy is already bearing down on me, and more of her juices flood out of her. Blair’s back bows and she cries out as one last orgasm sweeps through her.

Oh, thank fuck.

My orgasm strikes hard and fast. It consumes me, obliterating all thoughts, worries, and fears. I almost don’t make it as I pull out just as the first rope of cum erupts. Blair’s ankles rest on my shoulders as I hunch over her and prop myself up with one hand while my other pumps up and down my dick. Ropes of cum splatter all over Blair’s belly, the white liquid a stark contrast to her dark skin.

It’s beautiful.

I groan as I finish and collapse on top of her. I don’t care about the mess or that I’m crushing her. Blair doesn’t seem to mind either because her arms come up and she cradles my head as I rest my cheek against her chest. We both lay there, breathless and spent. Time ticks by but neither one of us says a word. When it starts to grow cold, I finally roll off her and sit up.

I look down to find Blair staring up at me sleepily.

“I guess it’s safe to say you have more than a little experience with a woman,” she murmurs. A coy smile pulls at her lip and she gives me a knowing look.

My quiet laughter shakes the bed.

“That obvious?”

Blair smirks and I smile back at her.

“Santi didn’t have any experience. I kind of expected the same.”