Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
“I really love your cock, Sid. So fucking much.”
“I know. You tell me every time you’re about to come on it. But it never hurts to hear it again.” Skye is a very vocal, very fun partner. She never leaves me guessing.
“I’d need a ball gag in order to keep my feelings to myself.” She rolls her hips.
I press her against the wall for leverage, between two paintings of what is presumably the lake we’re currently on. There’s a chair rail that’s the perfect height for her to grab onto. She wraps one hand around the narrow lip and keeps the other hooked around the back of my neck.
“Ready for a pussy pounding?”
“So goddamn ready.”
I pull my hips back until I reach the ridge and wait until Skye’s eyes flutter open before I fill her again. She moans and clenches around my cock.
“Tight like a fucking fist,” I grunt.
“My ego loves you.”
I pull my hips back and push in again, harder this time.
Skye’s nails dig into my shoulder and her thighs shake. “Thank God we’re not relying on me for longevity.”
“You gonna come already, baby?”
“The drive was like ninety minutes of foreplay.”
I pull out to the ridge again and look down between us. My cock glistens and the insides of Skye’s thighs are already wet. “You gonna make a big mess for me to clean up?”
“Probably. I’m sorry in advance.”
“I’m not.” I fill her again, hard and fast.
She throws her head back on a moan, whole body going rigid as she comes in violent waves, shouting my name and a bunch of nonsense.
I wait until the shaking subsides, and she’s able to do more than moan before I pull her away from the wall and carry her to the bedroom where I continue to pound into her, this time on the huge king bed.
“Did you take one of those blue pills?” she pants after orgasm number three.
“No, I've been practicing orgasming without ejaculating.” I pull out and flip her onto her stomach, then fill her from behind, stretching out and bracketing her legs with mine.
“So you can have multiples now, too?”
“Sort of. I’m getting close to the limit, though. You think you can come for me one more time?”
“We’ll have to change the bedding.”
“I brought three extra sets of sheets.”
“You are the best boyfriend in the world.”
I kiss her sweaty shoulder and slide an arm under her, pulling her to her knees while I fold back on mine. I saved this position for last on purpose. Skye has a thing for my balls slapping the back of her thighs. It makes her come so hard she sees stars. I ram into her from behind, the wet sound of flesh hitting flesh accompanied by her moans and my grunts.
She shoves her face into a pillow and screams her way through her fourth and final orgasm. It’s while her pussy clenches tight around my cock that I finally allow the orgasm I’ve been fighting to roll through me.
We collapse in a sweaty heap on the damp comforter.
Skye rolls over so she’s facing me. She settles a damp palm against my cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“That was a really great way to start this weekend.”
“It was.”
“We need a shower.”
“We do. Wanna cuddle for a few minutes first?”
“Absolutely. But can we roll over so I’m not lying in a wet spot?”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
IT WAS A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME
Skye
“Oh my God, I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck,” I groan as I flop onto my back.
Sidney rolls to his side, a frown furrowing his sexy brow. His hair is a rumpled mess, he has sleep lines across his cheek and he looks damn well amazing. “Are you having a lactose reaction? I thought dinner was non-dairy.”
“I’m not having a reaction to dairy. I’m having a reaction to all that physical exertion yesterday. Muscles I didn’t even know existed hurt.” Even adjusting my pillow hurts. “I don’t know that I should attempt three-hour marathon sex at my age.”
Sidney snorts. “You’re not even forty, Skye. You’re basically riding the tail end of your sexual peak, and you weren’t complaining about the marathon sex last night.”
“It seemed like a good idea,” I mutter. “I need a Tylenol, or three. And maybe some electrolytes. And I highly recommend that you don’t take another blue pill today unless you’re down with voyeurism. Why do my forearms hurt this much? Even my eyebrows are sore.”
Last night after dinner, which ended with me as dessert on the dining room table, I suggested Sidney take a little blue pill so we could keep the party going. I blame the orgasm brain and the entire bottle of prosecco I consumed for that ridiculous idea. Sidney performed just fine without the blue pill. Sidney on the blue pill was a three-hour joystick ride that was a lot of fun in the moment, but the aftermath is something else.