The Boyfriend Experience Read Free Page A

warm and wet, and he fought the urge to move faster, to
fuck her. He would wait until she asked.
    He let her lead, her hips grinding beneath
him and against him. He watched her closed eyes, waiting for his
signal. Finally, she scratched her fingernails into his backside.
She looked at him, smiling before biting at his lower lip.
    “Come on, punish me with that beautiful cock
of yours.”
    He smiled wide and kissed her back, pressing
himself down onto her. Then with a swift move, he pulled himself up
to his knees, grabbed her at the hips and tugged her toward him.
She shrieked softly.
    “You sure?” He accentuated his question with
a sudden thrust, his pelvis slamming into her thighs. “You think
you can handle that?”
    She gasped and nodded, all the while keeping
his gaze. He thrust again and watched her. Her face contorted, but
she did not look away. He thrust faster this time, building a
rhythm at a torturous pace. She cried out, but continued to watch
his eyes, a wicked smile on her face.
    He was fighting to hide his own need. This
game was intended to thrill and tease her, but he felt the ache
himself. He was ready to take her, but he wanted to draw it out as
long as he could. He wondered who he was torturing more.
    “I want you to annihilate me,” she said.
    “Well, when you put it like that.”
    He gripped her tightly and thrust himself
into her, then without paused slipped out and thrust again. She
gave a shocked cry and turned her eyes to where their bodies now
met, watching him disappear into her. She pressed her hand to his
stomach gently, a sign he’d driven deep, but he did not waver. He
thrust again, the sound of their bodies slamming into one another
in quick rhythm. She watched, touching him as he built up speed.
Her gasps quickly grew to full moans.
    He slipped in and out with ease, his
generous cock driving as deep as it could. He bent to her breast,
clamping his mouth over her nipple. She writhed beneath him,
grinding against him, meeting his thrusts with equal intention. The
sensation was growing irresistible. He felt her legs around him,
her pussy like velvet as he thrust inside her. He felt the pressure
building. He had to settle himself in the sensation, or he might
lose control. Her legs began to shake at his sides and he slipped
his hand down to her clitoris. She shivered as his fingers began to
play against her.
    She curled herself up into him and grabbed
his shoulders. “Oh God, don’t stop!”
    He set his elbows into the mattress and
moved quickly, pressing himself into her as she slowed beneath him.
Her mouth opened in silent protest and her head fell back. She was
close. He steadied himself there, driving down into her, watching
her.
    Yet as she grew close, his own body sought
release. He felt the heat in his sex rising against the heat of
hers – the pressure building with every thrust. He looked down at
her and felt her legs and her sex tighten around him as she gasped,
digging her nails into his shoulders. If he stopped now, she would
kill him. Literally, she would kill him. He couldn’t stop, under
any circumstances. He searched his mind for anything that might
delay it – Hockey, yard work, he even tried to mentally compile a
grocery list, but it was no use, her whispers of need couldn’t be
drowned out with mundane thoughts. With each thrust, the sensation
grew more intense, more difficult to withstand, but she was not yet
spent. He did not stop, his breathing growing sharper with effort.
She lifted herself, holding tightly to him, breathing the word,
‘Please.’ He sped up despite the consequence.
    Heat pulsed through his cock with each
thrust, rising - hotter, higher. She convulsed beneath him and
exhaled. He kept his rhythm, hoping to let her ride the sensation
as long as he could. He stifled a cry as he came in her warm, wet
pussy.
    He fought to keep his rhythm as she relaxed,
running her fingertips down his sides. He slowed, gratefully, the
sensation growing too intense