Free Truly Mine by Amy Roe Page A

shorts. She dips her fingers under the elastic but no further.
    “You’re a tease,” I whine.
    Shaking her head, she tugs, coaxing me to get rid of them. No words are necessary. While I do as she asked, she does the same with her panties. Once there is no barrier between us, she straddles me, sitting on my thighs.
    She rubs my hard-on against her glistening center. The view is exceptional. She’s wet and ready. I watch as she places one hand on my stomach and lifts herself so that she is hovering above me. Wrapping her other hand around my throbbing cock, she guides me to her hot entrance.
    Holy fucking hell.
    The visual is overwhelming, and I feel surprisingly emotional. Slowly, she lowers herself until she’s taken all I have. She sits still for a moment, makes a sweet O with her lips, and slides her hands from between her legs to her breasts.
    Oh, fuck yeah. I knew she was going to be amazing.
    I place my hands over hers and begin twisting and rolling her nipples between my fingers while she continues her massage. After a few seconds, she returns her hands to my stomach and lifts herself again. With one hand, she reaches between us and strokes my cock up and down, up and down.
    Fuck.
    I can’t take it. I take hold of her hips and slam her down on me.
    She yells in surprise, “Ah!”
    I slam into her, and she yells again.
    I moan and slow my assault. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
    “No. Tyler, please don’t stop.” She rolls her head back. “You feel so good inside me.” She lies down on top of me and speaks with her lips against mine, “Fuck me harder, Tyler.”
    I tightly wrap my arms around her waist and press her ass down as I slam into her hard, just as she asked. She moans and gasps against my mouth, only fueling my desire to please her.
    Again, I force myself deep into her.
    Truly bites down on my lip and digs her nails into my arms. “Right…there. Fuck…yes. Yes!”
    This woman does crazy things to me. I bend my leg at the knee, forcing Truly’s legs farther apart. Slowing my pace, I take my time, milking her sweet pussy for all it’s worth.
    I can feel the beginning spasms of an orgasm, so I stop. I don’t want this to end now…or ever.
    She looks at me, desperate and greedy. “What? Don’t stop,” she pleads.
    “Baby, just slow down a minute.”
    I roll so that she slides off of me and is now pinned between the back of the couch and my body. I hook my arm under her leg and bring her knee to my chest. When I slide into her, painfully slow this time, it feels different. I have the control, and this angle is incredible.
    Truly feels it, too. She moans, and her eyes close. “Oh…oh.”
    As she moans in pleasure, I feel like a fucking king—her king, if only for one night.
    This is the last time I’ll be inside this beautiful woman, and I’m going to make sure that she leaves here fully satisfied. I don’t move again until her eyes open. When they do, I continue a slow and rhythmic movement that is a wonderful mixture of fucking and making love. I don’t care what it is. All I know is that it feels so goddamn good. It’s so good that we go for longer than I ever have before. I don’t want to stop—ever.
    Eventually, neither of us can fight the mounting tension. My muscles are wound so tight that it’s nearly painful.
    Truly is squirming and digging her nails into my back. “Ah…oh…yeah…Tyler!”
    Her moans are music to my ears.
    I wrap my arms around her, and our slick bodies meld together while we shoot to the stars. The explosion is insanely long and powerful. Neither of us is able to manage a simple kiss, so our open mouths slide over the other’s face and neck as we gasp for every breath.
    With me still inside her, we lie together, holding each other tightly for the longest time, as we float back to earth. I’m painfully aware that I’m going to miss her like crazy when she leaves.
    When her head lifts, I slide my fingers through her long hair.
    “What time is it?”