Page 30 of The Call She Made That He Never Answered
She did, body quaking, orgasm crashing. Walls squeezed my cock tight, an electric jolt up my spine, pushing me over. I bit her nape harder, marking her, slamming deep, coming inside. We collapsed, panting, sweat-soaked.
"Fuck, Ella," I rasped. "You feel like heaven, you know?"
Every time after sex with her, it sank in deeper. She gave unmatched pleasure. I'd feel like a horny kid tasting forbidden fruit, wanting to pin her down for hours until she broke under me, mind gone, taking my loads. But today, no more bastard moves—she had issues with me. Didn't want sex to feel forced. At least this once, I'd fix us.
I fought my hardening cock, pulling away deliberately. Touching her would set me off.
Made up a shower excuse, bolted to the bathroom. Hot water pounded my shoulders, streaming down. It stung my cock, making it swell in my hand. Eyes shut, I pictured her scent lingering, her gasping, legs wrapped tight around my waist... Finally, tingles shot up my spine, cum spurting into my palm, washed away.
I braced the wall, breathing hard. Good job. Didn't push her today.
Tomorrow, vacation starts. Plenty of time together. Whatever she wants.
Not like some beast, just fucking all day. I brainstormed ways to please her. She cared most about her sister and visited Saint Heart Sanatorium weekly to care for Maya. Tomorrow was her usual weekend trip.
Plan set, mood lifted.
Nothing would make her happier than visiting her sister. Work kept me from going before. But now, I'd join for anything she loved. She'd feel how much I cared.
Chapter Nine
Ella
I collapsed onto the bed, soaked in sweat, chest heaving, every breath thick with the murky aftermath. The aftershocks of orgasm still rippled through me, tiny electric currents firing along my nerves. My pussy hadn't closed yet from being stretched and filled, and my lower belly felt swollen and full. The moment I shifted, warmth trickled down the inside of my thighs—thick liquid sliding along my skin, soaking into sheets already drenched beneath me.
Just like Vivian said, Lucas really did love doggy style. When his broad palms clamped around my waist and flipped me over without warning, shame flooded through me instantly. Before I could even adjust, his hard cock had already found the slit between my lips and slammed inside.
I tried to resist, but Lucas was wilder than before, more reckless. Every brutal thrust hit that most sensitive spot deep inside me, grinding, crushing, and in that feverish pleasure, my body betrayed my will fast.
I couldn't control myself anymore. I could only match his rhythm, desperately meeting his thrusts, drowning in wave afterwave of overwhelming sensation. Finally, I stopped fighting and let reason sink into the abyss of desire. When he pumped his hot cum deep inside me, I was greedy enough to want more. I wanted him hard again.
"Ella, you're hopeless."
I bit down hard, not sure if I hated him or myself more.
Water ran in the bathroom, each sound cutting through the night. After using me, he'd tossed me aside like a broken toy and went to wash himself off, never mind that my legs were shaking too hard to stand.
I grabbed tissues from the nightstand and started cleaning up the mess between my thighs.
Two fingers slid in easily, spreading open the swollen walls he'd ravaged. As my fingertips stretched me wider, the cum trapped deep inside lost its barrier and started flowing out along my fingers, pooling in my palm.
It quickly gathered into a small puddle, running down my wrist.
Jesus, how much had he pumped into me?
Furious, I pulled my fingers out, wiped them clean, and pushed back in. Over and over, until my pussy was scraped clean by my own fingers and the friction of tissue made my vulva sting.
I collapsed back onto the pillow, body aching. The floor was littered with tissues soaked in both our fluids, the air thick with the smell of what we'd done. Suddenly, a thought hit me:
Could Lucas still love me?
The moment it surfaced, the feeling of him taking me savagely on this bed rushed back through my body. Minutes ago, we'd been connected, wild like we were the only two people in the world.
He was right here, in the bathroom. All I had to do was push open the door and wrap my arms around his warm, hard body...
I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow.
Forget it.
