Page 39 of The Boyfriend Experience

“And the other part?”

“The other part,” she says, relaxing her back again so she can feel me against her clit, “the other part never wants this to stop.”

“Well, you might have a problem then. Because I can’t do both at once. So which do you want first?”

She huffs out a laugh. “You’ll probably get three out of me, but not four. No way. After this I’m gonna fall asleep, despite all your best-laid plans.”

This makes me chuckle. “Just answer the question, Oaklee.”

“This,” she says, turning her head so she can see me.

So I continue, and immediately I can see she’s on the verge again. On the edge of release. So I ease up and deliberately hold back the next time I move forward.

“Come on,” she whines. “You’re teasing now.”

“You wanted to know how to become multi-orgasmic. This is how it’s done. It’s a give-and-take. A this-and-that. Win some, lose some.”

She shakes her head. “I already had two and I’m ready for number three. That’s not multi-orgasmic enough for you?”

“That’s a very sad result, Oaks. I’m aiming for six at least.”

“Six?” She laughs. Louder this time. “Never going to happen.”

“You will,” I say. “Have a little faith.” And then I pound her. Hard, just the way she asked for it. So hard her tits are bouncing. Slapping against each other just like my hips are slapping against her ass.

It only takes about a minute of that to have her wailing. It’s a primal scream. Loud, and long as she moans out, “Fuck. Yes. Fuck. Yes. Fuck. Yes,” to the rhythm of my thrusts.

And then… she. Goes. Silent. Biting her lip. Squinting her eyes closed. Bucking her back as one of her legs drops, her foot finding the floor to steady herself.

Her muscles begin to quiver as she comes. Her teeth chattering like she’s been out in the cold. Her body a sweaty contradiction.

I let her collapse after that. Sit down next to her and let her curl up into me as her quaking muscles begin to relax and her heavy breathing begins to slow.

I play with her long, long hair. Hold a piece in my hand and use it like a feather. Dragging it up and down her spine to make her shiver. And say, “Let me know when you’re ready for number four. I can do this all night.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN - OAKLEE

I wake up to birds singing outside my window, and in that hazy state between sleep and waking, I have a dream about…

Sex.

Jesus Christ. I sit straight up in bed, my hair covering my face like a blanket. I swipe it away, making a peek hole to see through, and look over to the other side of the bed.

His side.

Which is empty.

As it should be, Oaklee, the inner voice says.

But there was definitely sex in this bed last night.

I flop back into the pillows, close my eyes, and think about it. How he made me come again, and again, and again. How I was so exhausted by the time we got to orgasm number seven my whole body was practically convulsing from the strain on my muscles. In fact, I feel sore. Not just my pussy. Like all over.

I was screaming. Which makes my face hot with embarrassment just thinking about it. I, Oaklee Ryan, am not a sexy screamer.

Until now.

He took dirty sex to a whole new level.