Page 71 of The Path to Loving Him
Her walls are so tight, so warm, so wet. I can’t get enough of it. I want this to last forever. I want to live here, worship her, and never leave.
“Faster,” she says as she brings her hand to her clit. “Fucking faster.”
“You close?” I ask. She nods, so I decide to slow down my thrusts, really dragging it out.
“No, Ryland. Please. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fill me with your cock.”
“Patience,” I say as I fall into a glacial pace. And I hold on to that pace. I savor it despite the sweat creeping up the back of my neck and the way my dick begs for more.
“Ryland. Fuck,” she shouts. “Please, I’m . . . I’m desperate.”
I spread her other leg wider and thrust in, pushing my cock all the way to the hilt, causing her to cry out. Her skin goes red, an acute sweat breaks out over her body, and her inner walls start to tense.
“That’s it, baby. Use that cunt to squeeze my cock.”
She squeezes again, creating a magical friction that seizes me, that makes me want to submit to her and let her know she is making me bow down to her like she’s the goddamn queen as I feverishly pump into her.
Because no longer can I go slow.
No longer can I hold out.
I need her coming.
I want her dripping all over my length.
“Come for me, Gabby. Scream my name.”
Her head thrashes to the side, she grips her breast, and her mouth parts open as her pussy clenches around my cock,throbbing, tugging, pulling me in. I thrust harder and harder as she yells out my name.
“Ryland, oh my God!” Her orgasm sends her into a state of bliss just as I pull out of her, lean forward, and use her arousal to lubricate my hand. I pump and pump, and as my cock swells, I groan, my head falling forward as I bust all over her beautiful tits.
“Fucking hell,” I yell, spurt after spurt hitting her until nothing’s left inside me. “Jesus Christ,” I mutter as I fall onto the couch and attempt to regain my breath.
I glance over at her, loving the way I decorated her beautiful body. I watch in fascination as she rubs her finger over my cum and then brings it to her lips.
“Delicious,” she says, making me want her all over again.
But before I can pull her to my lap and ask for round two, she’s up and off the couch and headed to the bathroom. That’s when I lean back on the couch and stare at the blank wall in front of me.
What the fuck am I going to do?
Being with her, being inside her, it’s . . . life-changing. It’s an escape. Nothing else around me matters. I can’t even think of anything but the feeling she gives me when I’m thrusting so goddamn deep, and that’s . . . that’s a problem.
I black out when I’m with her.
Everything around me fades away.
And all I’m focused on is chasing the feeling I got the first night I was with her. And every time I am . . . that feeling reappears.
It’s not good. It’s not healthy.
I shouldn’t be this attached to a fucking person without barely even knowing them.
I’ve never felt this carnal . . . feral feeling I get when I’m near her. And I don’t know how to stop it.
Because I need to.
Before this started, I said this was the last time, so I need to shake this feeling from my brain.
