Page 37 of The Boyfriend Experience

“Mmmhmm,” she whimpers. “OK.” And then resumes playing with her breasts.

“Harder,” I say. Which she misinterprets and begins to rock her hips back and forth, so I grab a hold of her hip bone and still her as I say, “No, squeeze your tits harder, Oaklee. But stay still until I let you fuck me.”

“Jesus, Lawton. What are you doing to me?” But she laughs, and I like the laugh, so I laugh too.

“Trust me. You’re gonna thank me in a little bit.” And then I get back to business. My thumb continues to stimulate her clit as I watch her squeeze her tits. She closes her eyes once again and I consider that a win. “Do you like it?” I ask. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” she moans. “I like it very much.”

“Then squeeze harder. Feel me, feel yourself, and when you’re ready, come for me, Oaklee.”

She goes still. Rigid, almost. And in seconds her mouth opens, her eyelids flutter, and her thighs tighten against my legs as she squeezes my cock with her pussy, spilling her release all down my shaft.

I stop rubbing her clit and let her enjoy it. Let the contractions pulsing against my cock slow down, then finally stop.

“I thought you’d last a little longer.” I chuckle.

“Can’t help it,” she says. Her body melts. Practically collapses forward against my chest. Her heart thumping against mine, her breath slowing down, all the while my cock stays inside her, hard and ready for more.

“We’re not done. Are you ready for more?”

“I think I might fall asleep.” She says this lazily, her words slurring a little. But she’s not drunk on alcohol. She’s drunk on me.

“You won’t fall asleep.”

I grab her shoulders, gently push her backward until she’s sitting on top of me again, and lift her head up with a finger under her chin. “Look at me,” I say.

She opens her eyes and smiles.

“Now put your hands flat on my chest like this,” I say, placing her palms down on each of my pecs. “And fuck me.”

All her body weight is pushing down on my chest, her tits swaying as she begins to move. I grab them both, straighten her up so the inevitable arch in her back can form, and begin to squeeze her tits the way she just was a few moments ago.

I squeeze them hard. Full-handed one moment, then pinch her nipples the next.

“Go as fast or as slow as you like, Oaklee. Just feel us and forget the rest. Forget all about wanting to come again. Forget about the doubts you have about doing that. Just feel me squeeze you, and fuck me.”

Her skin prickles with a chill exactly the way mine did earlier.

And she does all that. She lets go. She gives in.

She starts moving her lower body. Starts drawing her hips up and down, coating my cock with her own climax, and all the while I’m squeezing her tits so hard, she should be screaming.

But she’s not screaming. She’s moaning. Her hands leave my chest and grab onto my shoulders as her spine buckles outward, then arches inward. This makes me slip just a little bit deeper inside her. Just enough for the tip of my cock to touch her A-spot.

Her body convulses and she gasps, almost as if surprised. Her soft moans become louder as I squeeze her tits harder and harder and harder still, until I’m sure she will have fingerprints on her skin in the morning.

She probably knows this too, but she doesn’t care. The only thing she cares about is the way she suddenly feels.

And that’s when she comes again.

This time she grits her teeth and closes her eyes tight. A look that lands somewhere between pain and pleasure.

I continue to fondle her breasts, softer now, because I want her to enjoy the aftereffects of her orgasm. But also so she can recover. Be ready for more.

Because there’s more. Much more.

“Holy shit,” she mumbles, dropping forward onto my chest. Her head resting on my shoulder. “Damn, Lawton. I’ve never come three times in a row before.”