Free Drunk Girl's Fantasies Bundle: 3 Short Story Collection (Restless, Reckless & Rowdy) (The Intoxicating Trio) by Lily Evans Page B

shut.  “Fuck yeah, I feel ya.”  And then he moves and it’s game on.  He grabs the back of my neck and lifts me up a few inches off the bed and kisses me, his tongue driving into my mouth, hard, open-mouthed and wet, wet, wet.  And it’s fucking hot, hot, hot.
    My hips rotate round and round as he plunges in and out.  The movement, the friction and when his length bumps my womb I want to cry out as the pleasure notches to another level.  “God you feel good, Jake.”  I grip the indention of his back, his muscles surrounding his spine contract as he moves inside me.  “You’re so big and hard.”  My body flushes with desire and the musky scent of our mingling sexes teases my senses.  “Oh God.”
    Jake rises up on one knee for better leverage, reaching down he puts his hands beneath my knees and lifts his arms until my thighs are pressing against my breasts.  He widens my legs with a little pressure and opens me up fully to his assault.  He pounds into me and it feels so good.  I feel his fingers slide over my belly and down until he teases my clit as he rams into me.  Sure, strong strokes of his cock and sure, strong flicks of his fingers against my turgid clit. 
    Too much.
    Not enough.
    More.
    All the thoughts swirling around my brain. 
    I press my head back, my eyes close, my mouth opens, my breathing harsh as he works just like he said he would.  No breaks, no complaining, just good honest, hard work and boy does it pay off. 
    I have to give him this; he’s a very, very, very patient man.  Suddenly he slams inside me and my eyes really do cross, my neck arches, and my back comes off the bed. 
“Oh.  My.  Fucking.   God!” 
    He earns his pay with this one.  He drives into me over and over, again and again, deeper and deeper, faster and faster until I pant, unable to take even a semblance of a deep breath.  My arms circle his waist; my nails score his back as his mouth comes down on mine and he whispers, “Fuck yeah.”  I feel his smile, his eyes still watching me.  Intense.  
    “ Oh.  My.  Fucking.  God.” 
    He moves.  “Come with me, Georgie.”  His face is flushed, and his breath comes out in ragged draws.  His thumb drags across my clit, sending me into spasms of pleasure.
    I close my eyes.  “Hmm...,” I mumble the rest of what I was feeling at this time, a jumble in my passion-riddled, desire-filled, hazy mind.  And he kisses me hot, hard, and deep, plunging his tongue between my lips in the very same rhythm he thrusts his cock into my slick passage ramming the spot.  The one that makes everything feel one hundred percent better. 
    A weird rushing of air leaves my lips as he rams in and out, in and out and I fall.  Not a soft, floaty fall like laying on a cloud, but a free fall, frantic and crazy like when your chute doesn’t open after jumping out of a plane and then a thick grunt follows as Jake soon follows on a roar and collapses on top of me before rolling to his side taking me with him.
    “Oh .  My.  Fucking.   God!”  I say between shallow pants.
    He bends his head and kisses me telling me more than I thought possible in such a short amount of time.
    “I think this should be an annual occurrence like Bonnaroo.  Fuck Fest.”
    He pushes back, shaking his head.  “You’re a nut.”
    “Always have been.”
    His face comes closer, his hand wraps around my neck.  “Vroom!  Vroom!”
    “Score!”  I hold up my hands.
    “You don’t yell Score in racing.”
    I barely stop myself from rolling my eyes.  “Black and white checked flag,” I say dryly.  That just sounds plain stupid.  “You can’t yell that!” 
    He laughs, turning to his side and propping himself up on his elbow his hand splayed wide over my belly from hip bone to hip bone.  “Next time I’ll bring a chilled bottle of champagne to pour over your head when you come.”  He plants a soft kiss on my lips.  “Will that suffice?”
    “Yeah.”  I snuggle into