Mess Me Up
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I twisted my hips to try to get my cock back into place, and she took pity on me, lining me up so that I was in the perfect position to just…slide in.
She groaned when my hips thrust forward, half of my cock filling her in one slow thrust. “You’re big.”
I grunted. “I’m six-foot-four, Iz. Of course, I’m big.”
She threw both of her arms around my shoulders and pulled on me until I was giving her my entire weight.
“Doesn’t mean that I can’t still be surprised that you have a big dick,” she told me. “I haven’t had anything this big ever.”
She was stroking my ego.
I bent down and bit her lip. “Maybe you just don’t have the best people to compare it to,” I growled, pulling back and thrusting forward.
She panted as she tried to relax her body. Each moment she managed to calm herself down, I’d slide another inch inside of her until at last, I was exactly where I’d wanted to be for so long. Inside of her completely, buried to the hilt in her soft slick heat.
I pulled back enough that I could see her eyes and stared amazed at how hazy they were from her arousal.
“You feel good,” I rasped.
She poked her tongue out to lick her lips, and instead of just getting hers, got the both of ours due to my closeness.
“You need to move.” She clenched her muscles.
I needed to move.
I pulled my hips back and then ground forward, twisting my hips.
She bit down on the muscle of my chest.
I felt that little nip in my soul.
“Holy crap,” she breathed. “What was that you just did?”
I pulled back out, and thrust back forward again, wishing for all I was worth that I wasn’t as close as I was.
I could do this all day long—if I had control—which I damn well did not.
Izzy was making me realize that any control I thought I possessed wasn’t an option with her. She broke down my walls and made me feel things I didn’t want to feel.
She started to suck on the small hurt she’d caused on my chest, and my balls drew up.
“I’m not going to be the MVP of this session,” I panted. “It’s been too long.”
Her pussy clenched around me and I swear to Christ I nearly lost it. “That’s okay,” she breathed. “Because I’m really close. You don’t need to have the skills for long. Please move,” she pleaded. “Please, please, please.”
I moved.
Not because of her begging, but because I had literally no choice.
It was either move or die, and I wanted to live—at least long enough to feel the sweet clench of her pussy as she came, at least once.
I dropped my face into her neck and started to buck my hips, unable to be smooth and sweet like I’d intended when we’d started.
When we’d started, I hadn’t been aware that her vagina was like a drug addict’s fix.
I hadn’t realized that, with one single taste, I’d be signing myself up for the rest of my life to be her willing love slave. If she asked, anyway.
She wouldn’t…but still.
“Harder,” she panted into my neck. “Do it harder.”
I didn’t want to do it harder.
“I’m trying to hang on to some control,” I told her. “If I don’t, I’m going to hurt you.”
She scoffed at me.
“You’re not going to break me, Romero Pierce,” she directed into my ear. “So, hurry up and do as you’re told.”
I found myself smiling, as well as following her commands.
Moments after she gave me my orders, I pulled all the way out until just the head was resting inside of her and slammed my hips forward.
My eyes crossed, and I realized that the few minutes I’d said earlier that I could last was much less than I’d originally anticipated.
I had maybe eight or nine thrusts in me, which was why I moved until my mouth was covering one breast.
I bit down softly on her nipple, causing her to arch into me—or at least try to. She couldn’t move much with my body weight holding her down, and my cock buried so deep inside of her that there was no way she wouldn’t be feeling me in the morning.
“I need…” she pleaded, her hands going back to my hair, tugging me closer while also digging her fingernails into my scalp. “I need you to…”
“Need me to do what?” I asked, grinding back into her. “This?”
Then I thrust forward, giving her my full length just like she’d asked.
“Yes!” she cried out. “That!”
I pulled her nipple with my teeth, loving the way the skin stretched up to meet my mouth.
I also loved the way her breasts jiggled with each thrust.
I kept chanting to myself, ‘hold on, hold on.’
And then she let go.
She came so hard that I thought I died and went to pussy heaven—courtesy of Isadora Solis.
“Yesss!” she keened. “Oh, my God, yes!”
I didn’t bother holding back anymore.
My thrusts became erratic, my hips moving disjointed with hers, but that didn’t matter.
I came, and came, and came.
My release left my body in hard spurts, filling her up until it was spilling out around my cock that was stuffed in her pussy. On top of that, her muscles were still rippling, making my balls very happy to be attached to my body.
My own nipples were just as hard as hers, and I wasn’t even going to get started on my breathing.
How could a man who ran over five miles a day and did so much weight training get out of breath after five minutes of sex?
I had no answer, and I didn’t need one.
Izzy was my kryptonite. A vortex of sassy, passionate, and loving woman that would take me down at the knees and suck me in willingly.
My body weight was once again all resting on hers, so I rolled until we were on our sides, but still just as connected as before.
She threaded her legs around mine, and then softly ran her fingernails through my hair as we both came down from one hell of a high.
I finally let her nipple go, and then curled one arm around her shapely thighs, and tugged her in closer.
“I think you spoiled me,” she teased. “I’ll never be happy with just my battery-operated boyfriend again.”
I snorted and blew out a breath against her temple. “You can come see me when the need arises.”
She snickered. “That’s like every day when I’m around you,” she pointed out. “But I’m down if you are.”
I was so down I couldn’t get any lower without laying on the goddamn floor.
“I’m ready and willing,” I said. “Anywhere, anyplace.”
“You’re going to regret that,” she whispered sleepily. “I’ve never felt like this before. Not even when I was pregnant and couldn’t use my BOB enough. I could literally go right now all over again, as if you didn’t literally rock my world only forty-five seconds ago.”
I licked my lips, tasting the salt from both her body and mine.
“So, you can’t have any more children?” I asked carefully.
I felt her tense in my arms. “No. After the birth of my daughter, I started getting cysts on my ovaries. Without getting them removed—which it isn’t a hundred percent certain that that would even work—I’ll never be able to have them again. My ovaries don’t release the eggs like they’re supposed to.”
I felt awful…but I was also happy.
If she couldn’t have any children, that meant that she’d never expect any from me.
I was happy about that…wasn’t I?
“Come on.” I sat up, taking her with me. “Let’s go get in the shower.”
She sighed. “I was perfectly content right where I was.”
“You were also leaking my cum all over my thigh,” I countered. “And though it’s a turn on that I got to come inside of you, it’s not a turn on for me to have it all over me.”
She snorted in my arms as I carried her bridal style to the bathroom.
Once turning on the shower with one hand, I dropped her onto the bathroom mat and waited for it to heat.
She felt tiny and delicate in my arms, and she was smiling up at me like I’d just made her world.