Page 91 of Tony

I lose track of everything in this moment. Sparks flit through my head. The world tips sideways and then spins. Time stops, and my mind goes blank, and everything disappears except for this one moment of pure bliss.

I lie there spent in the wake of a perfect sexual storm, breathing heavy as my heart races inside my chest.

But Vann doesn’t stop. He’s easing his way up my body, kissing my breasts, nipping at my fully erect nipple, then my neck, then my ear, then my mouth.

I kiss him back with lust. I grab his hair, holding his face up to mine as he knees my legs open and the tip of his cock presses into the wet opening of my pussy.

I want to touch him all over as his thick, hard cock stretches me open. And even though I’m not one of those girls who comes more than once, I feel those primal urges inside me building all over again. Like that was just the first hill on the sexy rollercoaster we’re on.

One hand grips his shoulder tight. My nails dig in to the armor tattoo that covers it in ink while the other hand slides down the tight muscles of his torso and then I grab his ass through his jeans, which are pulled down just enough to give him access.

I slip my hand inside his jeans and hold him tight, feeling the muscles beneath as he plunges deep inside me and then slowly withdraws, only to do it all again.

I grip him like I never want to let go. And he fucks me hard, thrusting deep, then deeper—until he’s so far inside me we become one being. Until we are no longer two separate people, but a single entity.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

“Yes,” I moan back.

“No…” he says. “We forgot… we’re not using… I have to pull out, Belinda.”

“Shit.”

He goes still for a moment. And while normally this would ease the building climax, it does the complete opposite for me. The sensation of his massive cock going still inside me just makes me want him more.

I reach for his face. Hold tight in my hands as I kiss his lips. And then I come a second time. Even more of my lust spilling out all over his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” he says.

I enjoy my climax for two more moments. And then I push him back.

His eyes go wide with surprise. “What—”

But I keep pushing until he falls backwards, laughing as he repositions his legs. I plant my hands on either side of his hips and smirk down at him.

“Fuck that,” I say. “I’m not letting you just pull out and come. Fuck that. I promised you the ultimate sexual-fantasy experience and that’s what you’re going to get.”

I grab his cock with both hands. It’s slick with my own come. And then I grin at him as I slide my mouth down over the tip of his dick.

And then I blow him like a fucking porn star.

I’m talking a two-fisted sliding hand job.

I’m talking I take him so deep, I gag myself.

I’m talking holding myself in that position and swallowing hard so he can feel the muscles of my throat.

And then I ease back, slowly releasing the seal of my lips on his shaft until his cock pops out, a string of saliva still connecting us. “Now it’s your turn,” I say.

He looks at me with wild, bewildered lust.

But then he wraps my hair around his fists and pushes me back down.

I take him deeper and this time, when I make a big deal about tightening my muscles around the tip of his cock, he comes right down my throat.

He holds me there until I’m desperate for air.

But I let him.