Page 91 of Inexplicable

I wrapped my arms around his neck and savored the taste of myself on his lips.

This man was mine.

He was my everything.

“Fuck me!” I pleaded when we came up for air.

Even though I’d had an amazing orgasm, I needed more…

I had to have him inside me.

Brock quickly stripped off his boxer briefs and tossed them.

“You want my cock, Jenna?” he asked harshly as he reached down and moved the head of his cock along my slit.

“Yes,” I whispered, aching for him. “So, so much.”

“Thank fuck!” he cursed as he rocked his hips, entering me slowly. “You’re so damn tight.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him to give me more.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he warned as he gave me a little more.

Inch by inch, he rocked himself inside me until he was buried to his balls.

It wasn’t painful, but my muscles were stretched blissfully tight.

“Oh, God,” I moaned. “You feel so good. Fuck me. I’m fine.”

“You sure?” he asked in what sounded like a barely controlled voice.

“Yes,” I said as I stroked my palms down his bare back.

He pulled out and thrust back in with a groan. “You were made for me, Jenna. Nothing has ever felt this damn good.”

I lifted my hips, meeting every stroke of his cock.

It had never felt this good for me, either.

I felt completely submerged in sensual pleasure as he started to fuck me harder, his restraint about to give way.

“Yes!” I called out. “Harder.”

I didn’t want him to hold back.

He ground down against me with every hard thrust, stimulating my clit and making me completely insane.

“So good,” I crooned, digging my short nails into Brock’s muscular back.

I was on the brink of an orgasm, and I wanted to get there.

“Tell me you’re mine, Jenna,” he growled against my ear.

“I’m yours,” I panted. “Only yours.”

“Fuck!” he cursed. “I need you to come with me, baby. Touch yourself and come all over my cock.”

It took me a minute to figure out what he wanted, but I knew what my body was craving.