could take. There was no holding back the orgasm. It burst through me with a violence that had me arching against him, rubbing my breasts against his chest.
His mouth pulled away from mine and sucked on my neck as his finger continued to work inside me. I shouted out as the ecstasy sent me on a journey into the stars. Before I had the chance to come down, he lifted me up, pushing me against the wall and shoving his giant dick inside me. The orgasm eased his entry, but he was still big.
I winced, cried out, and dug my nails into his shoulders. He paused about halfway inside me. I lowered my mouth to his from my new vantage point and thoroughly kissed him. My body relaxed, blooming like a flower in the early morning sunshine. He slid deep inside and held perfectly still.
My chest heaved up and down as I struggled to cope with the onslaught of passion and ecstasy. It was overwhelming in the best way. “Good?” he asked on a strained breath.
“So good,” I moaned.
He began to move, slowly at first as he pushed my body against the wall. His length stretched me and filled me to completion with every stroke. I felt like I weighed no more than a feather as he held me with an arm around my waist and the other on my hip. He rocked into me, picking up the speed, grunting with every thrust.
“Fucking hell, you are so goddamn wet,” he whispered.
“You are making me that way,” I managed to get out. My brain felt foggy, saturated with lust and need. I could feel myself already on the climb to another orgasm. Sex with him was way too good. It was addicting.
He pounded into me a few more times before releasing a frustrated growl. He pulled me away from the wall and carried me across the small expanse to the wraparound couch. With me mounted firmly on his dick, he used one foot to move the small coffee table out of his way before lowering me onto the couch.
I had no idea how we were both going to fit, but he made it work. His body slid into mine once again. I raised one leg, resting my foot on the back of the couch and spreading wide for him. I didn’t care if it wasn’t ladylike. I wanted him and didn’t give a shit about rules. He made me feel wild, just as crazed as he was acting.
“Wider,” he snapped. “Open wider. I want to be deep, deep inside you.”
I put my other foot on the floor, spreading my legs wide until I worried I would break a hip. He lifted himself up on one arm. He stared down at me, his eyes focused on my breasts that felt swollen and achy. His other hand reached up, kneading the sensitive flesh before tweaking my nipple.
I whimpered, my back arching as I wiggled under him, trying to take him deeper inside. I dug my nails into his back, encouraging him to move. I needed him to move. He did as I asked without words. His hips moved in a slow roll. I looked up at the man’s marvelous body. His hair fell forward a bit. His jaw was set tight and his eyes focused on me. The intensity of his gaze turned me into liquid fire. I was burning for him. It felt like molten lava pumping through my veins.
I was hot and flushed, and my skin felt stretched. He kept moving, the slow glide in and out of my body. “Xander,” I said on a whispered plea. I needed more. I could feel my body ramping up to another explosive orgasm. I wasn’t going to be ashamed of my body’s response to him.
“Fuck me, another one?” he growled.
I reached for his biceps that were straining under the weight of him supporting his body over me. I squeezed, digging my nails into his flesh once again. “Yes,” I cried out as the orgasm broke over me once again.
He roared, his body going stiff as he exploded inside me with such force it triggered another orgasm, piggybacking on the first. I felt as if I would black out in that moment. It was too much pleasure. Too much ecstasy. Everything went dark and then exploded into light.
He fell on top of me, kissing my neck and cheek before kissing my forehead. “Holy shit,” he breathed.