Page 18 of The Boyfriend Goal
I come hard and fast. And loud. So loud that when he finally stops, he’s chuckling. “I’m going to need to hear that again. It’s good for my ego,” he says.
“And my pussy,” I say, still catching my breath.
His smile burns off. “That’s it.” He reaches for my hand and tugs me up and off the bed. My feet hit the floor. “Time to fuck you hard.”
I frown. “Isn’t it my turn to objectify you?”
But he’s no longer in the mood to indulge me, it seems, since he spins me around and bends me over the mattress. “Hands on the bed. Ass in the air,” he instructs.
Something in his voice has me scrambling. My generous, helpful knight in shining armor is a little rough in bed, a lot dirty. He presses a big hand to the small of my back, pushing me down.
A flame sparks higher in me. Then hotter when he grabs my ass cheeks and squeezes them appreciatively. “The things I want to do…”
Is Wesley an ass man? Am I an ass woman? I don’t even know, but my body likes whatever he’s doing to me since my bones are dissolving.
But he lets go. Bends over, pushes my hair to the side. “Be right back.”
What? “Where…”
“Stay here.”
Um, I wasn’t going anywhere. Curiosity has got a hold of me so I crane my neck and watch him retreat, and yup. I’m an ass woman. That is one fine backside. Firm, and big.
He strides into the bathroom. A second later, water streams into the sink. Then stops. He returns, roots around in his jeans, and brings out his wallet. Then he fishes out a condom and meets my gaze. “You like watching me, don’t you?” he asks with a cocky rise in his lips.
“I do,” I admit, my eyes locked on him.
He holds the condom in one hand, then drops the other to his cock. Gives it a stroke.
I swallow.
His lips curve up.
He gives it a rougher tug.
I clench my thighs.
“Bet you’d watch me if you saw me jerking it to you.”
It feels like a filthy game we’re playing. Like we’re testing out scenarios in our one-night. “Bet you’d do the same,” I taunt.
His smile is full of wicked approval. He gives another shuttle of his fist till he’s squeezing out a drop of pre-come from the head of his cock. I squirm. He reaches closer, offers it to me. “Suck it off,” he says, a clear order.
And yes, I’m into that too. I part my lips, and he slides his thumb into my mouth. He tastes like clean hands. He washed his hands before he put a finger in my mouth. That’s some swoon-worthy attention to detail. I close my eyes and moan around his finger.
“Show me,” he says. “Show me how you wanted to suck my cock.”
This man keeps me on my toes. I open wider, saying, “More.”
He gives me another finger, and I suck harder on both. He groans, and I shudder.
After a few more seconds, he eases out. Smacks my ass lightly, then rolls on the condom. Nudging my legs a little wider, he notches the head of his cock against me, then sinks in.
I bow my back. Grip the covers. Moan.
“Yesssss,” he murmurs as he pauses, takes a beat. Then he sinks all the way in, filling me up.
I’m stretched. The pressure is intense. But so is the crackle of pleasure. The sharp, hot jolts that rush through me. Slowly, like a tease, he eases out almost all the way, leaving me wanting more.