Page 9 of Hot Shot

“That was your chance to tell me how old you are.”

“You’re not even a full decade older than me,” he says. He climbs over me so that his arms are bracketed on either side of my head. The weight of his cock brushes against my stomach.

“So you’re twenty-two, then?”

“I am. Six foot, two inches and I weigh two hundred-five pounds. Pretty sure I’ve got a solid nine inches dying to get inside of you. Want any other stats?”

Nine inches? Shit. “Nope, I’m good.”

He sits up and reaches behind him grabbing the box of condoms. I was so damn glad he pulled those out of his bag because it’s been a long time since I traveled with any kind of protection. Obviously, I wasn’t feeling too excited about the idea of meeting Brian or maybe I would have had condoms myself.

Max pulls out a foil pack then tosses the box up by my head. MAGNUM is in bold across the box. This man might rip me in half and I’m getting wetter by the minute just thinking about it.

Once he’s sheathed himself, he leans down and kisses me. I taste myself on his mouth and I don’t know why that’s such a turn on. He lowers his body, fitting his wide frame in between my thighs. The head of his dick nudges against my pussy. I widen my legs, pulling them up to wrap around his waist.

One of his hands runs down my side and follows the curve of my hip and leg. Then he thrusts forward, pushing into me until we’re flush.

“Fuuuccckkk,” he groans. “How are you this damn perfect. So hot and wet and gripping me like a damn vice.” He lowers his forehead to mine. “Christ, Charlotte. Your pussy is going to wreck me.”

“So full,” I murmur. “Also, that class where they taught you how to eat pussy, I’m assuming they taught the dirty talk too. Because you sir, must have been the star student.”

He laughs, the vibration ripples through my entire body.

“Oh wow.”

“In all truth, I’ve never talked like this before. You’re bringing it out in me. I’m only speaking my truth, saying the very things that pass through my mind.”

“I’m going to give you an A+.”

He pulls back, then thrusts back in, and in doing so, he hits against my G-spot, and the rest of the alphabet the internet would have you believe produces magical orgasms. This man might prove them right because fuck me if his dick isn’t lighting me up from the inside out.

“So fucking good,” He groans as he finds a rhythm.

I’m not going to last which is surprising the hell out of me. Not only do I not climax easily, I’ve never had more than one in a single day, let alone back-to-back.

He shifts our position so he’s up on his knees. He lifts my ass just so, then pounds into me from this angle.

“Holy shit!” I shriek. I can feel him everywhere. His huge dick touches everything inside my channel, the root of him presses against my clit with every movement. “I’m going to come.”

“Do it, beautiful. You come all over my cock.” He’s still moving in and out of me without missing a beat, and I don’t even think he’s sweating.

My orgasm spirals through me, starting at my core and then radiating out to the rest of my body. I cry out his name as the pleasure goes on and on. Once my climax ends, I shiver at some aftershocks.

He pats my hip and then pulls out.

“Wait, you didn’t come, did you?” I ask.

“Oh, we’re not done, beautiful. I need you up on your hands and knees.”

I stare at him like he’s grown an extra head. “Seriously?”

He grins and nods. “I told you I wanted to spend the night between your thighs. I’m not squandering a moment of time with you.”

I roll over, pulling myself up to get into position.

“Look at you,” he says as he feeds his dick into me from behind. “You take me so well, Charlotte. Like this pussy was custom made for me. Feels like that too. You’re blowing my mind, ruining me.”

He’s kneeling behind me with one foot braced on the bed. His hands are on my hips and he’s pumping into me at a brutal pace. He’s impossibly deep and I’ve never felt anything like this.