Girl-Nerds Like it Longer (Erotic Romance) Book 4 Page 10

  His cock had touched the very back of me, and now he held it there. He pulsed once inside me. Then, again, once more. But he hadn't come yet.

  I sizzled.

  My grip on his neck was like a death-lock. I'd given up moving. I let him do all the work.

  He gave a slow moan, not too strong.

  And then came the outward movement again. Slowly out, grazing my walls, scraping, slow, slow, slow, outward, easing out...

  I uttered the longest syllable known to man: "Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh." And then she shortest: "Fuck!"

  His tip was just barely inside me again.

  You couldn't get my eyes open with a crowbar.

  His temple pressed against mine and I felt our sweat combine, the heat of our bodies getting stronger. Solar flares would soon erupt.

  He eased his lengthy shaft back into me. Excruciatingly slowly.

  We went on like that for ages. I never wanted it to end. I never wanted to stop feeling him enter and exit me. Occasionally he would pulse inside me. And it would send electromagnetic waves through my muscles.

  Eventually, my tightness became too much for him. But he still held himself back. His speed, however, increased.

  I felt him grow by fractions, expanding his girth as he slid in and out constantly. The rhythm picked up so that it wasn't jazz anymore, but The Matrix. His face became needful, wanting. His neck muscles tensed.

  I started hearing the slap of our pelvises, the creak of the bed as the velocity turned into a whir of motion. The bedposts slammed the wall.

  He lifted himself up and looked down at me, his arms by the sides of my torso. His striated chest flexed and tensed at every thrust.

  The sound became a syncopation of my gasps of "Oompf!" when he slammed into me and "Ha!" when he flew out of me.

  I started hissing, humming, clenching. Below, I was an overfilled water balloon, gallons of water still being poured into it.

  Clayton started to roar, a constant unending roar.

  He felt it as well, the build-up, the barometric pressure around his cock as well as my vag. Ready to burst.

  Sweat beaded on his temples and fell in drops onto my breasts, my chin, my forehead.

  He growled.

  One large bead formed on his brow, getting larger, rounder. Glistening and ready to fall.

  It moved to his nose, trickled down its bridge, over to the end of it. I saw it drop, falling an endless mileage as it traveled down, down, down, toward my bottom lip. And when it landed, and then my tongue flicked out to lick its briny flavor...

  ...then came the crash.

  He went wild.

  He sounded like a lion being hunted by men with guns who fired and fired but still couldn't kill it.

  Savage.

  Primal.

  All man.

  He roared.

  He bellowed.

  His voice blasted the walls as his manhood shattered inside me, caroming left and right and impaling into me while sweet nectar poured out of him like torrential rain.

  I screamed. Like a woman. Like his girlfriend. Like his lover.

  Feet in the air, I slammed my pussy hard up against his cock every time he speared down into me. Neither of us could control it. Both of us were in the grips of it, in the grips of the storm as it raged around us and sent us flying up on its frenzied waters, leaving us hanging there only to be hit by sacred lightning.

  In the middle of all this, Clayton started kissing me. He kissed me like I was air, like I was food or water. He kissed me while impaling me and while we both shook and thundered from an orgasm that just would never end.

  When it did start ending, it did it slowly, like an ocean settling. Large waves still slammed us, still rocked us, but they were smaller, less frequent now.

  In the end, our lips stayed locked as we tasted each other's tongues for what seemed like an eternity. We kissed for so long that eventually we fucked again, still kissing. And we came again.

  We kissed some more.

  We kissed all night, never letting go of each other's taste. We kissed when he was inside me, when he was outside me. No matter where he was...we kissed.

  I never saw Clayton kissing Camila even once in any of those porno videos. And I'd bet my IQ on the fact he never kissed her even close to the way he's kissing me now.

  I don't care how many assholes she has for him put his cock in. She can never give him this.

  And he knows it.

  And now...so do I.

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